THE PLOW ARRIVES
~SILAS'S POV~
The sound of the snowplow was the worst thing I had ever heard.
For three days, the snow had kept the world out. Kept reality out. I had let myself believe the storm would last forever. That I could keep her without consequences.
Stupid.
Scrape. Grind. Thud.
The machinery moved down the driveway, shoving the white piles aside, carving a path back to the main road. Back to reality.
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in the great room. Tumbler of scotch in my hand. It was ten in the morning, but I didn't give a f**k.
I watched the yellow lights of the plow flashing against the cloudy sky. Every flash felt like it was calling me out. 'You f****d up. You really f****d up this time.'
I heard soft footsteps behind me. I didn't turn around. I didn't nee
