Chapter 3Saturday dawned bright and cold. It had snowed overnight, but it was just a dusting and the sun would end up melting most of it away. In another week or two, we’d have inches on the ground and bitter freezing temperatures, but right now, fall was still trying to hang on. I was looking forward to the snow. It wasn’t the holiday season without it. But come January, I’d be ready for it to be over, and complaining for the next four months as we continued to get hammered.
Quinn wanted to come with me to build sets, and Emmett had said that was fine. I dropped Nina off with my parents, and was informed to be prepared for a ton of Christmas cookies when I got back. Nina, I knew, was indulging her grandmother. My daughter didn’t care for baking; she’d rather dissect a frog. Not that I’d
