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Chapter Two


“COME ON, MAN. IT’LL be a rush,” Cary says as he adjusts his goggles on his face.

“It hasn’t been groomed,” I insist, looking down the backside of the mountain. We got a lot of fresh snow last night, and I’m worried. This could be dangerous. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he throws back at me, smiles, then pushes off, gaining speed quickly.

My skis are stuck in the snow. I’m pushing with my poles, and it’s like moving through mucky water. I can’t pick up speed.

“Come on!” he yells.

“Stop!” I scream back, but he can’t hear me. And I can’t make my goddamn feet move.

I’m sweating, breathing hard, and watching the blue ski jacket make its way farther and farther down the mountain until it just…disappears.

“No!” Suddenly, I’m propelled down, my feet unstuck, and I’m going too fast. I’m going to whiz right past where I last saw Cary.

But when I zoom close, I get stuck again and fall down. Cary’s buried in the snow, but his face is showing, staring up at me.

“Should have stopped me, man,” he says.

“No.” I try to crawl to him, but I’m stuck in the snow again. “No, no, no, no, no.”

Right before my eyes, Cary sinks into the tree well, slowly as if he’s in quicksand, and disappears completely.

I can’t reach him.

I can’t save him.


I jolt up in bed, sweating and panting. I’ve kicked the covers to the floor, and I’m wrapped from the waist down in the sheet, making my legs immobile.

“Fuck,” I say again and rest my elbows on my knees, my head in my hands as I try to catch my breath.

I haven’t dreamed about that day in a while, but it shouldn’t surprise me that I am now. Seeing Willa at the wedding tonight was bound to bring it up.

It always does, even when I don’t talk to her.

In fact, tonight was the first time I’ve spoken to her in nine years.

I sigh, pushing my hands through my hair, and climb out of bed. I won’t sleep again tonight, so I might as well get some work done.

I pull on some shorts and walk down to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Black.

Then I wander into my office. Rather than sit down at my desk, I walk to the wall of windows that look out to the lake.

It’s dark, but the moon is full and bright, glistening off the water. It’s a calm, clear winter night. For the first time that I can remember, the lake hasn’t frozen over all the way, just around the edges.

Cary and I used to love to cross-country ski across the lake when we were kids. We got a kick out of the fact that we were walking over the fish.

God, I missed Willa and Cary after I left. More than I missed my family, although I missed them, too.

But I was determined to make something of myself outside of Montana. I was tired of the small-town existence. I wanted to live in a city, go to college, and experience life.


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Great book, nicely written and thank you BooksVooks for uploading

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