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Spring in Wasilla was cold. It was just less cold than it was during the knee-deep snow of winter. Sidewalks were clear of ice, but you still needed your boots just for their warmth. Coats, hats, scarves and gloves were almost never stored away. Sunshine only made rare appearances.
Every day when she went outside to go to work, Heidi wondered if she’d given up sunshine for good. She tried not to think sadly about it, but longing for her old sunshine filled life in the lower forty never seemed to go completely away. It wasn’t that she was unhappy in Alaska. It was that she still felt like someone else was making all the decisions in her life.
At least she felt like that everywhere she went except the Healing Center.
She hopped out of the truck when Gareth coasted to a stop in front of
