The winter night in Eden was always bone-chilling, the nipping wind fought to burrow into one's flesh, inducing layer upon layer of shivers.
Caleb Baker looked up, his aloof yet passionate gaze, playing between frivolity and deep emotion. The sky was pitch dark, devoid of any light, with a few lamps aglow in the courtyard. Their cold, white light only made it feel even colder.
It seemed like snow was on its way.
Yvonne Finley had said so.
She loved the thick, fluffy snow of the Northland.
In the absolute silence of the night, the beep from the phone was especially clear, vibrating in synchronicity with his heartbeat in his chest, as if time was unusually long.
When he silently counted to the ninth ring.
The phone vibrated once more.
She picked up, her voice filled with cheerful laughter, and intimate sweetness, "Hello, sweetheart."
