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“STEFAN, STEFAN!” Penelope called his name over and over, but the snow only muffled her words and threw them back to her.
Without the sun overhead, the temperature had dropped and it would be dark soon. She’d skied the groomed slopes of Mammoth’s downhill course before, but she’d never been in this remote area of the Sierras. However, she knew the sun set early and with the thick cloud cover, she didn’t have much daylight left.
She could ski on, but she was completely turned around now, and she might be heading deeper into the forest. Or she could find shelter and wait it out, conserving her energy until there was a break in the conditions.
But where was Stefan? Was he in the same situation or had he made it home?
She fumbled in her jacket and pants, but it was no use. Her phone wa
