Elena's POV:
The freaking snowstorm only got stronger—angrier, louder—like the whole mountain suddenly decided I was the problem and needed to be trapped inside with the one man I absolutely shouldn’t have been trapped with. It was not good for my health... my brain and... other parts, that had been overworking.
Like my heart.
Ok, I was lying.
Wind slapped the windows hard enough to rattle the glass.
Yeah. No one was going anywhere. Not me, especially.
"Snowman," the boy said again, clapping his hands.
Perfect weather to build a snowman. Of course.
Milo was already bouncing in place at the idea, but what really caught me off guard was Caleb’s expression when he looked at Milo—like everything soft and bright in the world was molded into that tiny five-year-old body. I wasn’t prepare
