Three weeks and four white-outs later, I was completely over it. And walking into a warm, dry classroom made the shitty weather a novelty of living in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Sloshing along the salted sidewalks was kinda fun when everyone was doing it. When the flakes first started to fall in November, it didn’t bother me much. Snow used to make me excited for days on the slopes and nights watching movies and sipping hot cocoa. Other than looking like some kind of Kinkade painting of a winter wonderland, the weather was perfectly clear. I pulled up to the sill of the plate glass window next to my bed and peeked outside, squinting against the glare of blinding sun reflecting off the completely white landscape. It wasn’t a family emergency but the feeling of sadness was almost as intense. Becs? Pawing at the table above my head, I located my phone and checked the message.ĮAST COAST AIRPORTS CLOSED DUE TO INCOMING STORM. My mind instantly wondered if someone was hurt. The high-pitched beep of an incoming text woke me with a jolt. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the publisher or author, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously.
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