Prologue: Death

Icarus

My daddy died when I was seven years old. We were driving in our old beat up two- row sedan down a highway and I was being silly. I put my hands over his eyes. He told me not to do it again, that it was dangerous.

I giggled, putting my hands back in my lap.

Not two minutes later, I did it again. We swerved to the right and hit a car in the next- over lane. The car rolled over, nearly crushing the man inside. We hit a guard rail and the air bag went off. My father was killed immediately upon impact.