Chapter 4

A monster blizzard slammed into Snowfield City.

I was sipping a hot chocolate, idly watching the snowplows carve paths through the drifts outside my window.

The doorbell rang. It was Stephen, holding a crisp manila envelope. Inside was Ian's death certificate, and all the official documents confirming his legal status had been erased.

I held the papers, turning them over in my hands. The reality of it sank in: Ian Grant was, for all legal purposes, dead. A satisfied smile spread across my face before I could stop it.

Stephen's eyes narrowed slightly with a flicker of suspicion in his…