In Lakesland, winter crept in ahead of schedule, laying a delicate white blanket over Icelume Peaks by October's dawn.
Wrapped snugly in a camel-hued cashmere scarf, Nina settled by the expansive window of the sanatorium, a steaming mug of cocoa nestled in her hands.
The snowscapes outside seemed infinite, their serenity broken occasionally by a solitary raven's flight. Her stay had stretched to three months now.
Nina's recovery had surpassed expectations. Her therapist reported her energy and blood levels were restored to nearly full capacity. Follow-up tests showed her vital stats were nearing optimal levels.
Most hearteningly, her sleep had vastly improved. The restless nights she spent awaiting dawn had faded into memory.
Michael Lynn sauntered in, clutching a handful of edelweiss
