The blizzard has gathered strength, heavy white sheets of snow erasing the mountains, leaving us suspended in a quiet, pale void.
I don't move. I stay pressed against Locke's side, my fingers woven tightly through his, my heart hammering a frantic, painful rhythm against my ribs.
"He found her," I whisper, the words barely audible over the faint hum of the fireplace.
"He found her," Locke confirms. "It was a Tuesday night in November, and Georgetown was already freezing. Evelyn had just finished her evening online class and she walked out to her car to grab her gym bag, so she could do laundry.”
He pauses, taking a slow, heavy breath that rattles deep in his chest. The silence in the room stretches so long that I can hear the muffled wind howling around the eaves of the building.
"He
