No one ever told me what to do if I ended up forty-something, divorced, and jobless. When my ex knocks at my door with his new girlfriend I somehow manage to turn them into toads. But that's not possible, right?Still, my ex-husband's car is in the driveway, and he's nowhere to be found. Which doesn't look great for me. So I do the only rational thing I can think of... I run for it, straight back to the small town I grew up in. Mystic Hollow is exactly...