the day it broke they would ride. She did not yet know what he had done, or what they meant to do to him, or which of those two things was the worse.
She knew only that the thaw would come. It always did. And that when it came, she would have to choose — and that the choosing had already begun, the moment she pulled him over her threshold instead of letting the snow have him.
🤖 The author declared this story as written with the help of AI.