Prologue

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Moonlight reflects off the shards of broken glass and twisted metal. Scorched earth surrounds the wreck. Inside the vehicle, three people look like blackened, over-cooked steak.

In the driver's seat sits a man. Death has frozen him in an attempt to reach the back seat. The passenger's side holds a woman, futilely attempting to break open the caved in door. In the back, a little girl, trapped in a car seat, still holds her arms out toward her father in hopes of rescue. To the girl's right, safety is visible past the partly open door.

Two teenagers huddle close together in the damp grass several car lengths away. They are the only two who hadn't been wearing seat-belts. Their identical eyes hold more moisture than the rain soaked grass. Their cuts and bruises don't seem to exist, just their parents and little sister's screams ringing fresh in their ears.

The boy stands reaching out his hand to his twin sister. She grabs it as the crescendo of sirens can be heard. Simultaneously, they look up the cliff to see the semi-truck that hit them. Its back end was caught by the guard rail and the windshield is painted red. The paramedics and cops fly down the rock face like a waterfall.

The twins are examined and questioned as they watch their mother being slowly removed from the vehicle, her burned skin peeling off like the outside layer of a fire roasted marshmallow. They don't give any answers as they are being led toward the harness that leads up to the ambulance.

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