"He nodded, tickling William's toes, grinning widely at his son's smile. Slowly, though, his gaze returned to me, the grin gone, his gaze sobered, wondering. 'It snowed, didn't it? The day you found me dead?' 'Not the day we found you.' My throat was closing up, my words strained. 'It snowed the day we buried you.'" *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*