I laid the dark phone face down on my tray table and folded my hands in my lap.

Outside the little oval window, an unbroken layer of thick white cloud spread out under the wing as far as I could see, hiding the ocean below entirely.

Mary Bennett had left her porch light on, and it threw a long yellow rectangle across the snow.

Inside, the front hall smelled of boiled lemons and cinnamon tea.

Sadie sat on the sofa bundled in a green wool blanket, her feet tucked up under her knees.

She held a mug in both hands, her index fingers hooked through the handle.