Sophie is ready to work, so that’s one of us. It’s cold. The truck’s been running for about fifteen minutes, which means it’s still cold too. At twenty-two below things take time, they break easily, and by “things” I mean me.
First person POV. Sitting in the truck looking back at the main house through the gravel road tested windshield. The defrost hasn’t made a dent.
Sophie’s job is to check-up on me and occasionally look concerned. She’s pretty good at it. Otherwise, she stays in the truck.
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