Chapter 5

Thankfully they had a covered porch or he might not have been able to step a single foot outside. A thin layer of snow covered the wood planks. A drift concealed the steps down to the walkway. The shovel rested against the side of the house. Stephan grabbed it and ventured over to the porch’s edge. Somewhere off in the distance he heard the song of a snow blower. It was probably only a matter of time until more joined it. Stephan looked at his shovel and the expanse of white. Why did he have to insist on going old school?

“Might as well get started,” he muttered. “‘Because this is likely to take me all day.” 4