Chapter Five
There, clutching him in the snow, time left me. The world shrunk down, one small spotlight on a dark stage, leaving me in a bubble with just my father and my grief for company.
Crying, pleading, crying some more. The beads of my tears forming a sorry pattern on his coat. Desperate whispers on my lips, all the things you want to tell a person before they go—but he’d left before I’d had the chance.
A whispery whine from Midge brought me back, slowly, to myself. She was huddled in close to me, little shivers shaking her body. We had to get back; the temperature felt like it had dropped a good ten degrees, and the wind had picked up, stirring the trees around us into a creaking fervor. A pinprick of cold stung my cheeks; it was starting to snow.
I cast a look around the grove
