Paige Turner

Prologue:

He was the prince of the highest of the highest. 

She was a dirty, rotten lowlife.

He had everything.

She had nothing. 

He loved her.

I almost called you last night.

I picked up the phone, my finger hovering above your name.

I was going to tell you something funny,

I don’t remember what now,

The flowers died on Monday. 

They had always flourished before that.

Red, yellow, green, and blue. 

They were always full of life.

Like her.

“Hey, Emma, just wanted to make sure you made it home alright today. Also, you’re going to have to take a different highway to get to Mom and Dad’s house. There was a crash on 78 last night, probably because of the storm.