Violet POV

Dane was gently massaging my legs on his lap while I sipped the orange juice. We were sitting on the balcony, basking in the afternoon sun. It was one of those rare days when he came back early from work.

The winter had descended with gentle snow. Snowflakes fell down, adorning the world in a pristine, soft quilt all over the ground. The naked trees stood like sentinels that were draped in glistening white robes. 

I breathed in the crisp and clean air that ...