Chapter Nine
“Sarah? Sarah?” Belinda’s sleepy voice echoed down the hallway. “Come on back to bed. I’m cold.”
Sarah didn’t answer. Fine snow was sifting through the trees outside, undisturbed by any hint of wind and settling noiselessly onto the ground. It was almost hypnotic, and she couldn’t help watching. The radio had said that any accumulation would be minimal, but it was only October, and already it was snowing. The kitchen and living room felt distinctly cool, and the temptation to crawl back into a soft, warm bed with Belinda was powerful, but Sarah stayed where she was, looking out and thinking. She didn’t know what the coming winter would be like, and Belinda hadn’t been here long enough herself to be able to make any predictions, but it seemed to Sarah that a really heavy snow
