Chapter 94 Three Days Between Storms

• The wind had quieted at last.
• For three days, the world exhaled. The blizzard that had howled for weeks was gone, leaving behind an unbroken sea of white that swallowed streets, cars, and entire homes beneath its heavy silence. The sky was a pale, washed-out gray, as if even the sun had forgotten its warmth.
• From her window, Lucy watched faint flurries drift across the street, slow and harmless. It was the kind of snowfall that once would’ve been beautiful—a moment to savor over a cup of cocoa, children’s laughter echoing outside. Now, it only carried the ghost of what had been.