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Prologue

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On the day everything goes to shit, you don’t wake up thinking, Today es

It wasn’t like that the day the two service ive ot shot down in Yemen And it wasn’t like that today

Today was like any day I woke up, showered, went to school, stayed after for football practice, same as ever

I never expected the screech of tires as Sheriff Gleason skids to a stop in the parking lot by the field Didn’t foresee hi out with his hands on his hips like he’s about to arrest one of us

Coach Jaid with alert

And then they both turn their heads and look at me

“Fenton!” Coach’s voice booh me, all the way to my shoes

Fuck

What did I do?

I whip off my helmet and stalk over like I’ up to face perceived danger There’s no flight in the fight or flight for an alpha ression under control

“Get it the car,” Sheriff Gleason snarls

“Why?” I demand

Coach’s hand drops on hten in warning If it were anyone else, I’d already have hiod to us A better father figure than most of us have and always, always in our corner

I turn to look at hily

“It’s Winslow,” he says because he’s not a dick like the sheriff, keeping me in the dark

Winslow—my older brother

“Fuck”

Coach doesn’t call e violation, which tells

And then I know exactly what it’s about

Or at least I think I do

Because I saw this shit co way back when it started