Chapter 5
He told himself he was crazy. You cannot go out into that storm. You will freeze to death. There is no logic to what you’re doing. What are you doing, anyway? Playing out some little “Match Girl” fantasy? You’ll be lucky if you’re not like her and they don’t find you dead come morning.
Yet Jonathan found himself pulling on his shearling-lined UGG boots and his North Face down coat, wrapping a wool scarf around his neck and pulling a stocking cap down over his ears and to just the tops of his eyebrows. He tugged on fleece-lined leather gloves and looked at himself in the mirror.
Unrecognizable.
Although Jonathan would admit to himself that he wasn’t being logical, he could also admit to himself that he had no choice. He couldn’t abide being alone in that sterile dorm room, rep
