✴ Damien ✴
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the stillness. The relentless howling of the wind had stopped, replaced by an eerie quiet. The second thing I noticed was Scarlett, curled up in the passenger seat, her head resting against the window, her breathing slow and even. I reached over to gently nudge her shoulder.
“Scarlett,” I murmured. “Wake up. The snowstorm has finally stopped,” she stirred, and her eyelids fluttered open as she let out a groggy sigh.
“Is it morning already?” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
“It’s still early,” I said, glancing out the window. The landscape outside was a pristine blanket of white, untouched, and glittered in the faint morning light. “But the storm’s over. Let’s see if we can get this truck moving,” Scarlett nodded, as
