The first real blanket of winter snow had already touched the west. Winter had laid her claim on the country, and soon all would be hers. Charlie"s breath frosted in the open air. He watched the sunrise over the farm, twisting shadows across the turbines. Somewhere inside the cottage an argument was brewing, shattering the otherwise still Welsh countryside.
The front door opened and closed. Footsteps crunched against the snow. Rachel hooked her arm in his, resting her head on his shoulder. He held her closer, trying to fill the void. A fortnight had passed since the explosion, and each day was harder to see through. Rachel cried often, but he had lost the ability to mourn. Sarah, Lilly, and now John. What more was left for him? Then Rachel would hold him tighter, and he would remember the
