Calvin

Though I try, the snow prevents me from taking in the front of the Dawes’s home. With luggage in hand, we scurry into the open garage to escape the cold. Schuyler hands my bag to her brother then guides me into the house. Warmth assails us as we pass through the laundry room into a large kitchen with a breakfast nook.

“Oh, thank God! You made it home safely! Now, all my babies are safe and nearby,” the woman, I assume is Sky’s mom rejoices, her hands pressed ...