CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: THIS IS SNOWFALL

Jayden awoke the next morning, rubbed his eyes and then sat up in bed, blinking a few times so his eyes would adjust to the dim light they came in through the windows. The light seemed as though the sun was blocked by dark clouds.

It took him some time to remember what had happened the previous night, and even more to remember the woman who had wished him goodnight.

“Melissa?” He called out, suddenly remembering her name.

There was silence, and after calling out to her two more times, he wrapped his robe more tightly around himself and opened the door to the cabin.

A cold gust of wind hit him in the face like a punch, and he stepped back inside for a while, wiping his face on the sleeve of his robe. He shut the door to go back inside when it dawned on him that the back of his robe was heavier than the rest of the cloth, so he reached back and sure enough, there was a hood hanging behind him.

He pulled it over his face and it covered every part of it except his eyes, and then he steppe