9. Chapter 8.
"Dead," Breean declared shakily, too our small group. "drowned then frozen."
Together we stared at the frozen block of ice we'd removed from the cold Digger, that had once been our healthy, living friend. His eyes were glassy and his cheeks frozen in the last breath he would ever exhale. His bald head was shiny from the water and his tattoos and piercings glimmered in the ice.
Unable to look anymore, I turned away. Surprise flittered through me when familiar strong arms embraced me.
"You okay?" Brace asked. And in that instant I was shocked to realize how much everyone had changed. Brace was no longer bragging about his perfection, but embracing his imperfections. Uncle had shown me he wasn't all as I made him out to be. And I'd ditched my old, bratty self.
"Yeah," I inhaled a frosty breath. "Yeah, I think I am." And then I did something I'd never done before. I hugged that imperfect, blonde jock, right back.