Chapter 11
The next day, Olivia awoke with a crick in her neck. She was still in the chair, and her shoulder hurt from the way she’d awkwardly fallen asleep on it. She stretched and looked at the time on her phone, which would need charging soon. It wasn’t even 8:00 yet, and for her, that was early.
The storm was still stirring outside. The wind seemed to have died some, but the snow continued to come down in heavy rivulets. She stood to peer out the window. It looked like there was close to three feet in some places, maybe even higher where the drifts were accumulating. She was glad she had a roof over her porch so maybe she’d still be able to get out her door, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be going anywhere today. Thoughts of what the chapel must look like right now, filled with s
