CHAPTER 10
Winter deepened. Snow piled up on snow. The streets grew treacherous with slush and ice and the driving wind howled in the bare trees. Two days before Christmas, on a particularly icy and unpleasant morning, Drew sat on the sofa in his apartment, staring out the window at a sky that seemed most reluctant to light up.
I'm not a huge fan of winter, he admitted to himself. It reminds him too much of Alyssa. I can still see her, wearing the secondhand black coat and the gloves I bought for her, smiling, her dimples showing, as we walked around the high school campus, hand in hand. I still don't understand what had gone wrong. I loved that girl so much. If I haven't begun to get over it by now, I should probably consider relocating once I finish my residency. Going someplace warm a
