She pulled the jacket tighter and tighter around her and moved forward. With every step she took, her boots sank deeper into the deep snow, making it difficult for her to walk. His palms, devoid of gloves, had turned to marble. She buried them deep in her jacket pockets, trying to revive them. after almost every 10 steps, she would stop and brush off the snow that tended to settle on her head and shoulders. What was she doing here? The Weather Channel had clearly predicted a blizzard and warnings were sent out to everyone to stay indoors. So what was she doing here today? She looked at the white desert that stretched before her. There was total emptiness all around. The road that once existed was no longer visible. And yet, she continued to move. She didn't need to know where the road was. It was the same path she had walked a million times before. She could have walked on it blindfolded. She continued to move forward, slowly, counting each step. The cold that had seeped into his bones hampered his movements, but you...