“Lots of it. She tiptoed to the kitchen, though each step sounded like Geppetto’s workshop. Old floorboards creaking and cracking. Despite the noise from the ancient house, she managed to make it downstairs without rousing either Jeff or Logan. Next mission: get a mug and fill it with hot liquid, preferably caffeinated. Opening the cupboard, she paused at the sight of the snow falling outside, and the picture perfect scene beyond the back porch. Trees. Tons of them. Evergreens, mostly. Some leaf...less, anonymous varieties, too. A new corrugated metal barn sat next to an old, sagging wooden one, both behind a thin-wired fence supported by dozens of T-poles. And covering it all was a dense, white curtain. Feet of snow smoothed out the contours, making everything seem so soft, so harmless. It looked as if someone could drop from the sky and it wouldn’t hurt, like landing on a cloud. Beyond a wooden fence sat a well-kept field. It looked like there should have been horses. It just seemed like a place that should’ve had them.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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