Chapter 15: Coming to BlowsTHE PALEST OF blue light slipped into her room from the windows. A light crust of frost stuck to the glass outside, obscuring any more detail than the morning’s first color. He’d been awake for some time, Olivia curled up and asleep next to him. Gently pulling his arm out from underneath her, he turned to his side and sat up, dropping his bare feet to the floor. The wood was cold, and he took a side step onto a rug that pressed against the wall. Stepping further, he pulled the curtain back and took a long look outside at the first hint of day to touch the two inches of fresh snow.
Downstairs, Cole took his time with a French press, boiling water on the stovetop before carefully pouring it over a heaping pile of coarse-ground coffee. He then sat at the kitchen in
