I liked that she had something fun to look forward to.

Then November arrived.

Then December.

The sidewalks iced over, the wind cut sharply—and still Mike would grab his keys and ask, “Ice cream run?”

I laughed at first. “Really? In this weather?”

Vivian was already grabbing her coat.

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