“He grinned through the window as I made my way to his car. His blue eyes glistened in the early light, making them look as pale as ice. Cole Benson and I had been friends since we were babies. Mum had pictures of Cole holding my hand as I’d learned to walk. He was two years older than me, but he certainly didn’t act like it. My mum, Sarah, and his mum, Jenna, had met in high school and had been friends ever since. “Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted with a wide grin. Unlike.”
