Chapter One: When the Truck Didn’t Slow Down
Cold doesn’t always announce itself politely. Sometimes it doesn’t creep or whisper or ease its way under your skin; sometimes it slams into you like a living thing, a wall of violence made of wind and ice and indifference, and that was exactly how it felt the moment Caleb Rowe yanked open …
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