CHAPTER 8
When the festivities had wound down for the evening, they made their way through the snow, following the pathway of coloured Christmas lights down the row of detached cabins that led out from the Big House.
Eli watched his breath plume in the cold air and opened his mouth wide to catch a snowflake on his tongue. Now that he wasn’t worried about being caught out in it, and it was only a light dusting, he could acknowledge that the snow really was quite beautiful. There was something kind of magical about the deep quiet of a snowy forest. Especially at Christmas. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a white Christmas.
Ginger held Max in her arms, and the crunch, crunch, crunch of their footprints as they made their way towards the cabin was the only noise they could
