Hannah's POV

　　The first snow of the season began to fall, delicate flakes swirling through the air, drifting lazily toward the ground. From my window, I watched as the street below was slowly dusted with white, a peaceful scene that did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me.

　　From my window, I could see Christian still standing there, clutching the bouquet of roses in his hand. His dark suit looked thin, far too light for the cold that had set in. I frowned, ...