The Unforgiving Snow

om a life already lost. My eyes snapped open to wea

my five-year-old, would soon be stirring, ready for cartoons and pancakes. It w

ill face, Michael's broken body in the snow. I saw the snarling faces o

aughter, Jessie, siding with them, facilitating their

me to die in the freezing snow. My heart hammered with the visceral horr

ster and actively choose our destruction? This wasn't just a nightmare

d. It was all going

e blizzard warnings began, the day Jessie firs

lost, I would rewrite every brutal chapter, protect my family