Shattered Truths

The first time I met Winter Marks, I almost took her out with my Jeep. To be fair, she came out of nowhere.

I flirted with her, and she flipped me off and disappeared into the woods on her bike.
But she left me a souvenir: a single hockey skate. Seemed to me that divine intervention shouldn’t be ignored.

She was my icy Cinderella and I would be her Prince Not-So-Charming.

Winter was more than just a sassy, badass hockey-playing hottie. She’s been stuck in a prison of a life. And I’m the perfect...