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Prologue

Bianaca

My tears blinded me, tiny crystals that were suspended on my cheeks. I could taste salt in my mouth, but I surged forward.

With a sob, I grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the passenger seat.

Indecision roared within me as I considered the brown liquid. The bottle was unopened—I hadn’t dared while driving—but the pain was immense. Smothering. I was standing at the pinnacle of a damn cliff, and all I wanted to do was jump.

Would anyone catch me?

Would anyone care?

The answer to that question was no. Not anymore. Not after…

I couldn’t finish that thought. Sobs shook my body, blinding me.

The pain...it was everywhere. Who knew the pain from a broken heart could hurt in so many places? I could feel it in the tips of my fingers, my legs, the soles of my feet. Hell, I could even feel it on my scalp.

I was dying. I would be the first girl to die from a broken heart.

The car caught on something—a slate of ice, perhaps—and I scrambled to regain control of the vehicle. I fishtailed, a scream erupting from my mouth.

With another cry, the car flipped. Glass shattered around me with the equivalence of a thunderstorm, a sudden onslaught of glass rain and booming noise. Tiny shards became embedded in my skin, my hands, my face, but still, I kept spinning.

Down and down the rabbit hole I fell.

Darkness shrouded my vision, a cauldron of spilled ink, and I welcomed it.