#Chapter 251: Biting Cold

Abby For a few long moments, I just sit there, my eyes wide with shock. My hands are so tightly wrapped around the steering wheel that my knuckles are pure white, and it takes almost all of my strength and willpower to peel my fingers back and release my grip on the wheel. “Okay,” I whisper with a trembling breath. “Think, Abby. Think.” I let out a soft sigh, clutching my hair as I think and collect my bearings. I’m uninjured, so that’s good. The car is still running and there’s no smoke coming out anywhere—also good. The blizzard is still raging on all around me, which is very much not good; but I figure that maybe if I just get out and assess the situation first, it won’t be as bad as it seems. I step out of the car, and immediately, the cold bites into me, seeping through my coat and sending shivers down my spine. God, I think to myself; it wasn’t nearly this cold when I left. I only grabbed a light jacket, thinking that it would be enough to get me to the shopping