Chapter 7

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Friday, the day after Charlie visited the library, is my day off, and I wake up to bright, happy sunlight after sleeping in. I jump out of bed and rush to the window; everything is glimmering and the trees still heavy from yesterday’s snowfall look like someone dusted them with glitter.

The snow and the sunshine call to me, and I eat a quick breakfast, put on warm clothes—beanie, scarf, gloves, boots—shove my e-reader into my pocket, and head out for a walk.

My street is recently plowed; the snow is bright white and pristine, not yet blemished by car exhaust or muddy feet, and so beautiful, I can’t help but smile. With a wide grin—albeit hidden behind the wooly scarf because the air is so chilly it prickles and burns any exposed skin—I let my feet lead me wherever they want to go.