The journey back into the city felt even longer than it had only a few hours earlier. A little bit of darkness still blanketed the roads, though the first faint traces of dawn had begun pushing against the horizon. Snow lined the streets in uneven banks, reflecting the amber glow of the occasional streetlamp as Azaria drove in complete silence.
Genevieve's car hummed steadily beneath her hands, the heater filling the cabin with warmth that she barely felt with the cold running through her veins. Her eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, yet she couldn't remember passing half the landmarks that led back towards the house. She was driving on instinct more than concentration, her mind was trapped somewhere far behind in the clearing outside the Aldrith cabin.
