I wrap my arms tightly around my body as the freezing wind whips around me, clawing at the ugly sweater that I’m now desperately thankful I’m wearing, as I didn’t think to pick up my coat before I stepped outside of the door.
I head carefully down the path that my brother most likely shovelled this morning for my mother, heading toward the back yard, my gaze roaming over the large snow covered area, but seeing no sign of the firefighter, nor do I see any footsteps in the fresh blanket that has fallen since yesterday.
Turning back around, I make my way down the side of the house toward the front, stepping onto the driveway where I hear the faint hum of an engine. I make my way down to the road, stepping around the hedge that separates mum’s drive from her neighbour to find Ryker’s truck p
