CHAPTER 7
Rather than returning to my room, I headed for the front entrance. I needed fresh air, and hoped the cold would snap me out of my fog and get my head straight.
The doors opened, but not without resistance. Although the porch and steps had been shoveled, there was still enough snow beneath the doors to slow their progress. Leaning my shoulder into one, I pushed my way through and stumbled out into the crisp winter air. My breath swirled like tendrils of smoke as I gazed out across the hotel grounds.
A small path had been shoveled from the steps to the parking area, where my car still sat alone, completely covered in snow. I moved down the steps, careful not to slip, and walked about halfway down the path, the snow on either side up to my knees. I could barely make out where the
