Just as Ronan Kendrick had said, the temperature plummeted to minus eighteen degrees Celsius the next day. Snow fell in a flurry, and overnight, the drifts outside the cabin had buried half the door.
Evelyn Ford woke up and, as usual, glanced out the window, only to find her view blocked by the snow.
After adding firewood to the heated brick bed, Evelyn opened her bedroom door and found that Ronan Kendrick was not in the cabin.
Evelyn quickly added more wood to the fireplace, then glanced outside. The footprints were only covered by a thin layer of snow; he must have just left.
'It's freezing,' Evelyn shivered. She looked into the distance and saw nothing but snow and fir trees, and even the firs were draped in icicles.
