Chapter 3Two months passed. Nothing momentous marked the passage of time. Twice a week, Russ flew Riley from one location to another, and during that time they talked, slowly passing from acquaintances to friends. She remained reserved and shy, revealing little about her life or past, but the wait did not surprise or upset him. As nervous as Riley was, patience would be key. At night was a different story. Many times he approached her dreams and passed an uncomfortable night trapped in her ice prison with her. She didn't speak much at all, but he didn't mind. It was enough to be near her.
The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Russ did something he'd never considered. He entered Riley's classroom. Inside, chaos reigned.
“Carl, don't even think about stepping outside without a coat on,” Riley
