It was dark as we walked back to the house in silence. The wind blew, the temperature was dropping. I was glad tonight we would have shelter.
The hallway by the back door was dark. A faint light glowed around the corner. The sound of family filled the space. A sound I’d only heard when visiting the houses of friends or on TV.
Everyone was in the kitchen and the family room. The rooms were lit by the fire and a few candles.
JP and Quinn were arguing over the chocolate ice cream. I didn’t feel like eating, but I was starving. In twenty-four hours I’d had half a granola bar. Realizing that made me dizzy.
“Help yourselves. Even in the deep freeze this was already getting soft. We might as well eat it while we have the chance,” Charlotte said as she sat with her bowl of ice cream on one of
