This reminds me of It by Stephen King; the story has the same sort of cyclic horror and abuse hiding behind a the facade of a “nice” town. Unlike It, the monster in loving is a religion (or cult), and the religion is a pyramid scheme, and it remains undefeated by the end of the story. That tension of the monstrous thing confronted but not defeated, just escaped, feels very adult.
“Those missing kids aren‘t missing anymore. They‘re where they‘ll always be, dead and in Ohio.”