THAT WAS YESTERDAY by HJ Bellus releases on December 4th!
One call. That’s all it took to change everything. The sweet voice on the other end of the line delivered a blow I never saw coming. Fighting for our country’s freedom and staring death in the eye was nothing compared to this news.
History has one hell of a way 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.
History has one hell of a way 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.
EXCERPT REVEAL:
The front doors of the school burst open. I find myself stepping closer yet
remaining a safe distance in the background. Several other parents have pulled
in and leaped out of their cars, making it easy to blend in.
A whirl of bright blonde hair followed by giggles and excited chatter fills the
afternoon air. A woman with her hair piled up on her head pushes up her black-
framed glasses on her nose then does some chant and clap. The little line of
students behind her follow and cease all chatter.
I’m not close enough to hear what the woman tells the children. I’m not even
sure if she’s a teacher dressed in jean capris and a baseball tee with the school
logo on it. She sure in the hell doesn’t look like the teachers did when I was in
school. I shake the thoughts from my head and watch her crouch down and high-
five each student. Some dive in for a hug while others skip by with a simple
wave.
“Holy shit.” I find myself taking a few steps closer when I see him.
I pinch my lips together to keep my emotions contained when I see a little boy
with messy brown hair, rich chocolate eyes, and a sad smile on his face. His
jeans are worn, and his tennis shoes are on their last thread. My heart constricts
in my chest, and my palms go sweaty as I watch the teacher drop to her knee in
front of him.
He was the last in line, I’m sure shoved to the back from the other eager
students. He reaches up, wiping a stray tear from under his eyes. Kate. This has
to be Kate who wraps him up in a full hug, whispering something into his ear. He
nods and eventually lets go of her.
remaining a safe distance in the background. Several other parents have pulled
in and leaped out of their cars, making it easy to blend in.
A whirl of bright blonde hair followed by giggles and excited chatter fills the
afternoon air. A woman with her hair piled up on her head pushes up her black-
framed glasses on her nose then does some chant and clap. The little line of
students behind her follow and cease all chatter.
I’m not close enough to hear what the woman tells the children. I’m not even
sure if she’s a teacher dressed in jean capris and a baseball tee with the school
logo on it. She sure in the hell doesn’t look like the teachers did when I was in
school. I shake the thoughts from my head and watch her crouch down and high-
five each student. Some dive in for a hug while others skip by with a simple
wave.
“Holy shit.” I find myself taking a few steps closer when I see him.
I pinch my lips together to keep my emotions contained when I see a little boy
with messy brown hair, rich chocolate eyes, and a sad smile on his face. His
jeans are worn, and his tennis shoes are on their last thread. My heart constricts
in my chest, and my palms go sweaty as I watch the teacher drop to her knee in
front of him.
He was the last in line, I’m sure shoved to the back from the other eager
students. He reaches up, wiping a stray tear from under his eyes. Kate. This has
to be Kate who wraps him up in a full hug, whispering something into his ear. He
nods and eventually lets go of her.
MEET THE AUTHOR:
HJ Bellus is a small town girl who loves the art of storytelling. When not making readers laugh or cry, she's a part-time livestock wrangler that can be found in the middle of Idaho, shotgunning a beer while listening to some Miranda Lambert on her Beats and rocking out in her boots.
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