Chapter 5Daylight has broken when we wake up the next time, making the whirling snow blindingly bright. The winds aren’t as loud as they were in the middle of the night, and the tree branch isn’t pounding on my window anymore.
“It seems to have calmed down a little,” I say as we get dressed.
“It’s only temporary.”
“Okay, sure. I need to check on Gramma. You want me to build you a fire before I leave?”
He shakes his head. “I’m coming with you. We’ll clear the snow quicker if we work together. We shouldn’t be out in this weather for too long.”
Jona’s jacket and boots are warm enough, but his jeans are not enough for these temperatures—”Why didn’t you bring warm clothes if you knew you’d be snowed in?” “I did, but they’re in my car.”—so I give him two pairs of long johns and insist he we
