Until Then (The Blue Collar Boys #1)

Prologue

D eath comes for us all. You can’t control it. You can’t change it. You can’t stop it.

For some, they sense Death approaching. They can prepare to lessen its sting. For most, it happens unexpectedly, leaving them no way to brace for impact.

Death came for us like that. One minute, I was on a trip with the man who was my whole world, and in the next, a semitruck running a red light changed everything. When I came to, there was no pleading or bargaining or fighting. In fact, I wasn’t even aware Death waited patiently nearby.

All I saw was my husband—crumpled over, bleeding and gasping for air.

All I smelled was gasoline and burning rubber and blood.

All I felt were razor-sharp pains in my abdomen and a sharp stabbing sensation in my leg—unable to move, to help.

All I heard was someone yelling help was on the way.

All I asked was for him to hold on until then.

All I tasted was my own sorrow when he took his final breath.

I begged and pleaded then, but Death wasn’t listening. It was focused only on turning the tragic page of the final chapter of one man’s beautiful story.

In the end, Death walked away with the man I loved, leaving me behind. And me?

I was desperate to rewrite the ending of our story. But how could I when I was fighting like hell just to breathe?