C
ap drove with no clear destination in mind. Traveling rutted dirt roads packed down with ice and snow. White birch and hemlock trees hugged close to the road, their limbs weighed down with pristine powder and looking so majestic.
He’d been driving around for a few hours, trying to clear his head of the residual hangover, while at the same time trying to make sense of how much his life had transformed over the last two weeks.
He had woken to find Tess sleeping at his side. He didn’t remember going to bed or when she had come into his room. And although blackouts weren’t uncommon, he felt the tug of guilt that always accompanied his hangovers. He knew he needed to get a handle on his drinking, or Tess would be one more loss that he’d be forced to endure.
A flock of wild turkeys, a fort
