Outside, it had stopped snowing and the sun was actually trying to make an appearance, sending sparkles across the white blanket of snow. It was beautiful, reminding her of a white sparkling Christmas tree skirt that they used to have when she was a child. She made a mental note to call her parents later, once she had assessed the damage at the house.

She clicked on the key of her Mustang and the lights flashed twice, unlocking the doors. Then she climbed into the driver’s seat, and set the container of fudge on the passenger’s seat beside her.

After a few turns, she passed by Mario’s Italian Pizzeria, one...