The blue sedan sat at the back edge of the asphalt, its windshield covered in thick white frost that hid the inside of the car.

Evelyn Vance came out the side kitchen door carrying two heavy black trash bags toward the big metal bin.

Nathaniel shut his truck door and walked across the salted lot, taking the heavier bag from her before she reached the metal ladder.

“Let me take that, Evelyn,” Nathaniel said.

“Thank you, Nathaniel,” Evelyn said, leaning against the cold metal rim.

“My shoulder’s been aching since the snow started on Sunday.”