Oliver

I turned to the windows within my office.

White.

The glaring white of millions of blinding crystals reflecting the sun’s glow beneath a blue sky. The entire region of Monovia was covered by a thick blanket. While the accumulation had stopped growing, the wind continued whipping the snow about, creating drifts resembling waves on the sea.

The scene made me cold, yet memories of Lucille turned up the heat. ...