His Stolen Secret

Everyone has secrets.

She was mine....

I wanted her from the instant I set eyes on her. I waited, bided my time, and when she was ripe for the taking, I stole a single weekend with her.

Then, in the blink of an eye, tragedy tore us apart.

He was mine....

From the first time I saw him, I knew he would be my downfall. I craved him, wanted him with a need that should have terrified me.

He didn't steal anything from me. I gave it - and my heart - to him freely.

But we weren't the only ones with a secret.

Secrets tore us part, and now, they would force us back to the scene of that infamous tragedy.

We will question everything we ever thought was truth, but even as everyone confesses their secrets, will they finally succeed in tearing us apart forever?

Will I always be his stolen secret?