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Ambulance and police lights flashed in Stacia’s periphery.
Red and blue. Red and blue. Red and blue.
Stacia closed her eyes and tried to block out all the noise and confusion around her. But it wouldn’t go away. She couldn’t just wish this away or hope to open her eyes and find that all of this was some horrible dream.
Debris was littered across three lanes of traffic.
Glass and metal and blood.
So much blood.
She had never seen someone bleed that much. Red and thick and oozing out of Boomer from multiple wounds. So much blood that she could smell the tangy copper scent near the wreckage. Enough that she gagged and threw up the entire contents of her vodka-coated stomach into the grass.
And she saw it all through slow motion. The wreck. She could hear the screeching tires, the c
