The sound of the engine grew louder as it rolled along the snow-covered road before slowing to a stop in front of the cabin.
Valeria told Wolf to stay and hurried down the stairs with her parents. She got halfway down the front steps and stood, Dorian stood a little ahead of her with one hand resting unconsciously against the porch railing, and Lenora's fingers had curled tightly around the sleeve of her cardigan. The headlights cast long shadows across the untouched snow, but the engine continued running even as the driver's door opened and Azaria stepped out.
The moment her shoes touched the snow, she looked up and everything inside her seemed to stop. Standing in front of the cabin were the three people she'd least wanted to see and all three of them stared back at her with expressions of unmistakable surprise.
