He didn’t know the man sitting beside him was his father.

I had never felt more grateful or more ashamed of how easily a child could offer me a place on the rug.

PART 6

The storm worsened while Mason and I built a second bridge.

Snow gathered against the kitchen window until the fence outside looked like a charcoal line drawn across white paper.

Lauren checked the highway conditions on her phone and frowned.

Several roads had been placed under travel advisories.