One corner of her mouth turns up. It’s not quite a smile, but I figure it’s the closest thing I’m going toget to one. Jax would be proud.
“I have to say,” she remarks, “I can see why she made the mistake of falling in love.”
But in my head, I’m thinking, She’s not the only one who fell.
It’s cold, but nothing compares to how I feel on the inside. I know I’m not far from the cabin, but Iwalk until I can’t hear the engines rumbling in the distance. Until the trees and snow smother alloutside sound.
I walk until I feel like I’m alone.
Only when I feel like the last person on earth do I stop. I drop down next to a large boulder, thedappled surface blanketed in fresh snow. I put my head in my hands and I don’t look up for ten,fifteen
