Chapter 3That Saturday, like the days before it, was bright and cold and preempted by a layer of snow in the night. At least when she woke up that morning, Rachel noted it wasn’t still snowing.
She ate a quick breakfast, cursing herself for oversleeping, and threw on an outfit that she thought could pass as both fairly attractive and also sensible for the weather. She wore a red skirt, similar to the type she used to wear while skating, matched with a brown jumper and a pair of thick, light-colored tights. Her boots, which had gotten plenty of wear that season, were brushed off, and with that she sped out the house, only just remembering her coat and scarf as she left.
Ryan was already outside the post office when she arrived, his usual black uniform replaced by a chunky fisherman’s jump
