Snow had fallen across Silverhold for more than a month. Roads were buried deep and impassable in many places.
Inside the private hospital room, Theron's knees would not heal. The pain came and went, again and again.
He scarcely cared. He lay in bed, day after day, looking at Avelisse's photographs.
Once, when they were together, Avelisse had spent days putting together an album. It held every memory of their love, one copy for each of them.
Theron had laughed at her then. "Why go to such trouble? We have all the time in the world ahead of us."
She had looked up at him, her eyes soft and warm. "I want to remember every moment we love each other. And besides, if I ever forget, I can open this and see."
Theron had been confused, his face serious. "Forget? How could you ever forget? A
