I lived it once and that was enough.

I will tell you what happened, plainly, and move through it, because the cold is not the point of this story.

What I did in it is.

Chapter 3 — The Intercom

The intercom speaker mounted high in the corner crackled to life, and my husband’s voice came through it, calm and unhurried.

“I’m sorry, Clara,” he said.

I stopped pulling on the handle.

“Victor?