Chapter 3
The snow accumulating on the window sills made it difficult to see out into the yard, but Paul imagined there wasn’t much else to see, other than snow and more snow, anyway. He took a sip of his coffee and ran his hand across his jawline, prickles of whiskers reminding him he hadn’t yet shaved.
In the other room, he heard squeals of excitement as Cooper rediscovered presents from earlier. He’d opened everything so quickly, he needed to go back and remind himself what Santa Claus and his family had gotten him. The fact that he’d gotten entirely too many presents might’ve also made it hard to remember what he’d unwrapped earlier.
“Anything interesting out there?” Casey asked, crossing Paul’s small kitchen and coming to stand next to him, also holding a coffee mug.
“Just snow. F
