TERESA

My body ached everywhere. The cold had penetrated so deep into my bones that I could feel thousands of knives piercing me all at once. I was happy to be alive, though. I could hear Bash’s beautiful voice, like in a dream.

“Teresa? Honey, are you okay? Answer me, please…” I could hear him, but the cold paralyzed me and there was also the shock.

I tried to move so I could look at him, but my body seemed to be like a puppet directed by a puppeteer to his liking. I was so angry at my ...