PILES OF SNOW

The cars came to a stop amid the frozen woods. The highway was far behind them at this point, there was nothing but dirt underneath the tires and snow coating everything around them. When the sound of the engines died, there was nothing now but the sound of nature around them. Ophelia was disappointed at the disappearance of the white noise, it helped her focus her nerves. Now, she felt that she was on the edge of collapse.

Everything around her was familiar. It was home.

Everything around her was home. This was where she and Luke would hunt rabbits and raccoons among the bushes, they would lay on the dirt with their eyes gazing heavenwards till the moon rises high in the sky. This was also close to where she shared her last moments with Luke before they returned to find their world upside down.

Even the happy memories gave her doom. It took every bit of her power to focus on the task at hand. She wasn’t here to mope over her misfortunes. She was here to find out the truth. This w