Ethan

My heart pounded in my chest as I hit the accelerator. The truck moved forward a foot or two, allowing hope to surge in my breast.

The truck’s wheels struggled to gain purchase in the ever-deepening snow. The traction control alarm on the dash flashed on and off as we slowed to a stop.

“Come on, come on!”

We slid back into the ditch. I grimaced as I looked out the window.

“Did we make any progress at all?”

Mila glanced ...