The sight made my stomach turn and my breath caught on a sob. “No,” I whispered.
Blizzard’s body lay on the pavement.
We all have that moment when our world completely shatters.
I had survived being beaten.
I had made it through, despite being told I was worthless and a waste of air.
I’d even managed to hold it together when I thought Chelsea—the person who had taught me the true meaning of friendship—was dead.
But seeing his body lying there, that was when I knew.
My heart had been torn from my chest and it was right there with him, lying lifeless on the sidewalk.
My world had shattered. I was broken.
And this time, I was beyond repair.