Chapter 5

Mom and Dad were not far away.

When they heard the yell, they shot up like they'd been hit by lightning.

They dug through the snow with their hands and feet, carving out a path as they rushed toward the snowplow.

One of Dad's shoes got stuck deep in a snow hole, but he didn't care. He just kept running, barefoot. Mom's down jacket got snagged on a branch, torn open and sending feathers swirling everywhere, but she didn't even glance back.

A trail of dark red footprints marked their path in the snow, glaring against the endless white.

"Anna!…