"You look like a corpse Caroline."
Richard Mercer stepped down from the snow crawler. He stood in the knee deep snow wearing a pristine white thermal parka.
Caroline threw her freezing body against his chest. She wrapped her frostbitten hands into the thick white fabric of his coat. She wept loud pathetic tears of joy.
Cynthia followed a second later. She buried her face into Richard's shoulder.
"You came," Cynthia sobbed. "I knew you would save us Richard."
Richard embraced his ex wife and his daughter. His hands patted their backs in a soothing rhythm.
Richard looked over Caroline's shivering shoulder. He took a mental inventory of his new assets and liabilities.
He saw Caroline's swollen black foot. The decaying flesh smelled like death. He saw the filthy torn cashmere sweater Cy
