Candace

Freezing wind whips my hair into a cyclone around my head and stings my cheeks. Kieran desperately clings to his hat. Ingrid’s teeth chatter, and her face turns pink.

“You have to love springtime,” Finn mutters under his breath.

I stick my tongue out at him. Maybe it’s colder than any spring I’ve ever experienced, but I haven’t yet walked into a building up here and not been offered something hot to drink. The quiet, relaxing break between activities is ...