Grayson left Betty’s cabin without a word, barely giving her a chance to respond to his hurried goodbye. The cold night slammed into him the moment he stepped outside, cutting through his jacket like knives, but he didn’t slow down. His boots crunched over the snow as he ran, the urgency driving him faster than he had ever run before. He had to get to his cabin and check on him immediately.
The wind whipped against his face, making his eyes water, but Grayson didn’t even notice. He only focused on the path ahead, thinking about the old man lying alone in his cabin.
When he finally reached his cabin, he threw the door open with more force than necessary. The warmth inside hit him briefly before he rushed to the bed. His stomach dropped the moment his eyes landed on her grandfather. He wa
