Riley

The heavy tires of our pickup truck kept slipping on the ice as I drove us higher up the winding road, and the cold wind was slamming hard against the windshield while the snow fell so thick that I could barely see two feet ahead of the front bumper. Fantine was sitting in the passenger seat with her hands pulled tight inside her coat sleeves, her eyes watching the steep drop-off on the side of the trail while the heat from the engine dashboard finally died out completely.

"The engine is overheating because the ice is blocking the front radiator, Riley, so we aren't going to make it over...