The sun shone brightly through the window into Ari’s eyes the next morning, waking her to the start of a new day. Ari had always loved mornings. It was another chance to make a difference in the world. Each day was a new gift, a new page of a book waiting to be written.

She stood and it was unusually bright outside again. And sure enough, when she looked out the window, a thick blanket of sparkling, freshly fallen snow had once again been laid out over the land. But as she watched ...