Jay walked, head lowered, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. A brisk pace helped keep him warm, but the last couple of miles he slowed, heat leaching through the top of his head. He’d give anything to have one of April’s stupid hats with him. Gloves would be good and a thicker scarf. For what little good it would do, he pulled his scarf out, looping it, managing to cover part of his head and tucked in the back, though an icy current still snaked around his ears and curled in the dip at the front of his throat. To combat this he overlapped the collar, cursing the snap fastener that had broken off one side last winter. He blew on his hands and then tucked them under his armpits. He was a walking candidate for hypothermia or frostbite. He’d checked his phone twice but still failed to locate
