C71 Candlelight dinner

Ben and I are still holding hands as we walk down the stairs. A thin sheet of snow covers the pavement and the street. The height of the snow is nothing to worry about. As kids, we loved to play in the snow. My favourite part was smashing Hayden’s face into the snowman. I always cried when he did the same.

We stroll to a car parked in front of our garage, Ben brings out a fob. A beep sounds