They were the three musketeers growing up. Even though it didn’t start that way.
Alec Turner was my best friend and Natasha was his kid sister that followed us everywhere.
After a tragic accident left Alec and Natasha orphans, there aunt and uncle took Nate away from us; moved to a different state and cut off all communication with her.
It wasn’t until another tragic death that I saw her again. She was beautiful, elegant, sophisticated and had the mouth of a trucker.
I had never told Alec the feelings I had for Nate. She was only sixteen and I was eighteen. Alec would have killed me and buried me in his backyard for even thinking let alone mentioning my attraction to her.
It’s been seven years since she was taken from us and Alec was just killed in Afghanistan, and the girl I fell in love with; the elegant, classy, and prim woman in the designer suit is slinging handfuls of mud at his casket.