The fall of snow couldn’t break the somber aura of Penelope Granger as she stood on the banks of the Brazos river. She thought she had a reason to die, a reason to live, a reason to merely exist. Had it all been taken from her when she lost the only love she had ever known that fateful December night?

For Grace Dunlet, she knew her time would be short lived, but she had held onto the feeling she desired for far too long. It gave her a reason to accept her fate, letting go of things that she couldn’t conspire to hold onto any longer, even if it tore her apart. Tore them apart. The Winter seemed long, but the path to acceptance had been made short. Would they be able to make it to New York under sleepless nights and arising feelings?