Chapter 118 Katerina

• THE SNOW FALLS around us in gentle specks. Lifting my hand, I try to catch a few. Most of the flakes dodge my hand. The ones that land bring a brief, sharp chill before melting into nothingness.
• "I think it'll stick this time," Ulyana notes.
• Brushing the flakes from my hair, I drag my foot through the grass, making little tracks of green before the white covers them again. Maybe I can make a snowman later. I can't remember the last time I did that.