Caleb
The hot evening sun cast its blinding rays through the windshield as I drove. It was like a glowing ball of fire heading straight for us, dazzling my vision and having me reach around for my Ray-Bans in the center console.
Aiden sat beside me in the passenger seat with his elbow resting out of the open window. The sharp, chemical scent of the burning mineral polluted the clean mountain air, bombarding my nostrils with a pungent, smoky aroma.
Aiden drummed his fingertips along the edge of the roof. “I’ve got a bad feeling, Caleb. I thought that if something was going to happen, it would’ve happened during the ceremony.”
Those were concerns we seemed to all share. I enforced security all around the football field, I made damn sure of it. Apart from a slip of the tongue from Princip
