Chapter 13
At first, the snow melted as it landed, but Lane warned, “Flakes that fat are going to stick.”
“We’ll be fine,” Remy assured him, watching the snow fall. It came down in a furious flurry, swirling into little twisters of flakes that, at times, completely obliterated the view beyond the porch. The lake was a steely gray like molten lead, its surface rippling from the snow landing on the water.
It stayed on the porch first, and the branches of the tall pines surrounding the cabin. By the time Braden trooped outside to play, there was enough snow on the ground to leave footprints behind. From their dry and warm spot at the kitchen table, Remy and Lane watched the boy stomp off the porch steps into a pile of windblown leaves just beginning to turn white. Braden turned and waved.
