Chapter 1
JENNA
AS I STEP OUT of my car, the first flakes fall like confetti, brushing delicate kisses on my cheeks, a featherlight touch on my hair. I yank up the hood of my puffer jacket, tuck my head down and make a beeline for the summerhouse.
JENNA
AS I STEP OUT of my car, the first flakes fall like confetti, brushing delicate kisses on my cheeks, a featherlight touch on my hair. I yank up the hood of my puffer jacket, tuck my head down and make a beeline for the summerhouse.