Meanwhile, Halle stood frozen, her chest tightening painfully as she struggled to catch her breath. The biting cold wind stung her face, and her nose turned red from the cold. Blinking away the tears in her eyes, she sniffled hard and turned to follow them back.
By the time they returned, the sun had already dipped behind the mountains, painting the ground a golden hue.
Inside the cabin, someone paced near the table, their shadow blurred in the dim light. Even without seeing his face, Halle knew it was Terence.
With her coat somehow wet with the mist of the cold air outside, she stepped in and met Terence’s scrutinizing gaze.
“Ridiculous. Wandering around in the snow all afternoon,” he muttered, his tone exasperated before he turned and headed upstairs.
Left alone, Halle noticed the steaming cup of coffee on the wooden table. She sat down and drank it slowly until warmth returned to her body.
Doing so, memories from the past surfaced unbidden, filling her heart with a dull ache.
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