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Prologue

I sat in a room filled with boxes, wishing I were anywhere but here. I didn't want to unpack and I didn't want to move on. My mum had said it would be good for us. To have a fresh start, and maybe she did think that, but that wasn't the real reason we had come to the Texas; where football was law and gossip was ripe. We came because we couldn't afford our four-bedroom apartment in central New York anymore. When offered a new job, which paid twice as much and gave more hours, there really wasn't much choice for my mum. She loved her job almost as much as she loved the distraction it gave her. So, we had packed up our life and driven the 26 hours it took to get here.

Honestly, I wasn't leaving much behind. After the accident, my friends and I had drifted; or maybe it was me who'd drifted from them. I didn't really have anyone to say goodbye to.

My mum wasn't a bad person. She didn't hit me or drink or anything like that; she barely raised her voice. But due to the circumstances life had brought our family she had re-evaluated what she thought she should and shouldn't do and in turn what I should and shouldn't. She loved me and she cared but she just couldn't bring herself to show it. Not anymore.

My sister had been the type of girl that everyone wanted or wanted to be. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and she got who she wanted. She was beautiful, confident and looked at life straight in the eye. Don't mistake all that for me saying she was a cruel or vindictive in any way. Don't mistake it for me saying I was jealous of her. I wasn't a sad lonely sibling hidden in her shadow, I loved Kate and we did things together as sisters do. We fought and we made up and we stole and shared our clothes.

It was her senior year in college when she had gone to a party at some friend of a friend's house to have a fun night. I don't think she ever drank that much, wanting to keep in control. We'd argued about whether she should be drinking at all, but my parents were laid back about this sort of thing and they trusted us to stay smart.

She had called in the early hours of the morning, upset and in tears. She'd had a fight with the guy she was seeing at the time and had wanted to come home. My dad went to get her and on the drive home a convertible speeding to fast had swerved across the lane, pushing them of the road and straight into a two by four. It slammed into the front of my dads Sedan, crushing metal.

They were killed on impact.

That was it.

They were gone.

And eight months later we were going to, headed far away from home.

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