Pucked Up (Boys of Winter #1)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

I t’s funny how the insignificant things seem to be what you remember the most in tragedy. Waffle fries lost their gravity when we went airborne. The first thing to break wasn’t the glass, but all the cheap plastic parts inside the vehicle. We rolled six times and the SUV still held its shape. When we stopped moving, Taylor Swift kept singing, her haunting melody filling the dead night. Most of all, I remember the screaming.

“Aw fuck! I killed him.”

Yeah, you did buddy, me too.