As Faye stood in the door, peering through the crack. She slowly closed it against the harsh, buffeting winds. She watched the snowstorm whirling around Sterling. It whitened out his outline, and he became invisible.
She could no longer see his figure.
With a gentle thud, Faye closed the cabin door and locked it. A sinking sensation filled her heart, as if she had just witnessed Sterling heading towards his inevitable fate.
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An hour had passed since Sterling's departure, and Faye's concern grew with each passing minute.
The cabin's temperature plummeted, causing Faye to shiver uncontrollably. She watched as her breath materialized in front of her, a misty cloud escaping her lips with every exhale.
The frigid air clung to her skin, making her feel even more unwell, her wheezing growing louder. Helena's medicine proved futile against the persistent cough that now plagued her.
