The flight cancellation came at 11:47 PM, just as they were about to board the last flight out of Denver. The snowstorm had hit faster than anyone predicted, and within an hour, the entire airport was a gridlocked mess of stranded passengers and cancelled departures. Chloe stood at the gate, staring at the red text on the monitor, her stomach sinking with a cold, heavy dread that had nothing to do with the weather.
She was nineteen, petite and soft, with long dark blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and wide, nervous hazel eyes. She wore an oversized cream sweater, black leggings, and ankle boots, her small frame dwarfed by the crowded terminal. She had been visiting her mother for the weekend and was supposed to fly back to her college dorm tonight. Instead, she was stuck in a city
