Page 1 of Wrecked
Prologue
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Too many shots of whiskey. My head’s all over the place. A long day, followed by a longer night.
Headlights blind me. A horn blares. Jerking the wheel, I spin to a stop.
The deafening sound of tires squealing, metal twisting, and glass smashing fill my ears. Then quiet. Suddenly, stone sober, my heavy breathing is the only sound.
What the hell did I do?
My heart pounds as I jump out and race over to the SUV wrapped around the stout trunk of an oak. Fear brings me to a stop. An arm dangles from the passenger door. The driver stares back at me, twisted and mangled against the airbag. Nothing can be done. No one is alive.
Blood. Smoke. Silence.
I’m not taking the blame for this. No way. I’ve got too much to lose.
Climbing back into the car, I do the only thing that makes sense. The only thing I can to protect myself. I flee.
I flee thewreckage, never looking back.
