The storm was worse on day two.
I woke to the sound of wind screaming against the windows, rattling them in their frames like something trying to get in. The sky was the same brutal white it had been yesterday, no sun, no break in the clouds, just endless snow falling so thick I could barely see the trees fifty feet from the house.
My phone showed three missed calls from Ava and a dozen texts asking if I was alive. The last one just said: if you don’t answer in one hour I’m calling the police.
I texted back quickly: Alive. Snowed in at a lodge. Long story. Will call when I can.
Her response was immediate: LODGE??? What lodge??? Are you with someone???
Me: Also long story.
Ava: Elise Hart if you got yourself serial killed I swear to god
Me: Not serial killed. Just trapped. It’s fine.
