Ava

Snowflakes fall down in blissful arcs in the frigid air. They clump together in fine hills, sticking together and creating soft padding as I walk back to the idling car.

Tom sits in the driver’s seat and smiles at me when I climb in.

“I told you there was nothing to worry about. Sometimes people just need to be smacked with the truth to fix what’s broken.”

I laugh softly. “Yes, you’re right. You win. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. I ...