Chapter Twenty-Eight
Gretel had never been so happy to be home. The flight into the tiny Lost Harbor airport had been breathtaking.They’d circled over a layer of ice fog that filled Misty Bay like whipped cream. On one side of the bay, the peaks of Lost Souls Wilderness flirted with the cloud cover, rising in majestic crags of snow-covered rock against a pale gray sky. On the other, the homes of Lost Harbor clung together, a cozy brigade taking on the elements.
Even the new foot of snow didn’t bother her. After they waded through the snow to the arctic entry and grabbed shovels, she and Petey each took a snow scoop and made a race out of it. By the time the pathway to the front door was cleared, her arms were aching but she was exhilarated by the pure champagne of the crisp air—so differ
