"Wow, is it ever cold out there," he said as he shook snow off his head and ran his hands through his hair. He hung his winter jacket on the coat rack inside the door and made his way to the couch, rubbing his hands together. He stopped at the fireplace and began to start a fire.

"Thanks, Dave," Tory said as she stood by the fire to warm her cold hands.

"You're welcome," he answered. His heart had fallen into the ground when he walked by her car and saw it was loaded. ...