“Let’s get back before someone sees us.”

“Alright,” Brandon said.

“Let’s go set up our story for the police.” And their voices faded, and they walked away, and they left me there under the falling snow, certain the mountain would finish what my husband had started.

Chapter 4 — I Was Fighting for My Son

I will keep the next part brief too, because a woman freezing on a ledge is not entertainment, and I refuse to make it into any.

It is enough to say that I held on, for close to two hours, in the cold and the dark, when every part of my body was begging me to stop.