A police cruiser spotted them midway. The officer helped them in and drove the remaining distance.
When they arrived, staff were stunned. Derek was soaked, shivering, his beard crusted with ice. “You carried her?” the director asked. He nodded. “I couldn’t leave her there.”
Her voice trembled as she recounted everything: the fall, the hours of waiting, the blizzard, the stranger who rescued her when her sons hadn’t.
I threw up. Then I called Tom and screamed. He screamed back. Neither of us was wrong about the other.
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