TRAGEDY HAS A WAY OF making a ruin of the best laid plans. And so it was that as they walked home an hour later, Sophie got a call on her cell. Not recognizing the number, she'd sighed, saying a tentative hello to the person on the other end.
Logan watched as all the color leeched from her face and she collapsed, her butt hitting the wet pavement hard in shock. “What is it?” he asked, a lump forming in his throat. It had to be bad. Worst case scenario bad. But he hadn't been prepared for just how bad it was.
Marie and Harry were broadsided on their way home an hour previous, their car mangled, bits of it spread all across the blacktop like discarded sweet wrappers, still shining and pristine, despite being torn apart. They had to get to the hospital. Now. He bundled her into a c
