Love, Valkyrie

Dad hummed a tune by the beetles, driving with one hand, his other clasped to mom's small one. Liam bumped me excitedly and Angelina rested her hand against the window, smiling to herself. I sighed contently, tapping my fingers to the rhythm of dad's favorite song, "Yesterday".
Then we turned onto the bridge. The last thing I remembered were screeching tires and a blood-curdling scream. My scream.

My name is Valkyrie Hale, I'm 17 years old, and this is my story.

**TRIGGER WARNING** This book deals with topics like depression, anxiety, PTSD, and violence.