Holly trudged through the snow, her boots crunching on the freshly shoveled path. Snowfall Valley sparkled under a clear blue sky, the storm now a distant memory. Icicles hung from rooftops, catching the light like crystal chandeliers, and the air was crisp enough to nip at her cheeks. Normally, Holly might have stopped to appreciate the picture-perfect scene, but today, she was in no mood to soak in the charm of this postcard town.
She was on her way to the town hall, thanks to Jack Winters.
The note he’d left her that morning had been short and infuriatingly vague: *Meet me at the town hall. 10 AM. Trust me.*
*Trust me,* Holly thought, her breath visible in the cold air as she muttered to herself. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
Jack and his ridiculous grin were the last things she wan
