That Was Yesterday
H.J. Bellus

History has one hell of a way of repeating itself. Kate Wilson's voice didn't waver once as she turned my worst nightmare into a reality, and her words weaved a cruel poetic justice.
I hadn't been back home in over two years. Once I pulled into the one-horse town, I was greeted by the gorgeous blonde.
Kate extended her hand and offered me a warm smile. The connection was made. The innocent beauty has no idea that she just flipped my life upside down.
She'd unearthed secrets that can never be buried.