Marred by heartbreak, I fled Arrowood at eighteen. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life watching my best friend get a happily ever after I couldn’t be a part of.
Fourteen years later with nowhere else to turn, I’m back. A freshly divorced single dad, trying to mind my own business, which would be a lot easier if the person who drove me away all those years ago didn’t keep popping up every place I turned.
My lost love is either determined to drive me away a second time or pick up where we left off and I’m not sure which is worse.