It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was in trouble.
Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years, the melody that told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan Newlin the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when circumstances tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to finally move past the heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in the middle of the night. No note, no email, no text. She was just gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new album in the works, and his daughter is doing well in school. Until the day Ragan returned to Fairfield Corners.
Ragan came home to celebrate her parent’s anniversary hoping they would forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she hoped her secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years ago, secrets that could change their lives forever.
Last week, from the comfort of her London flat, going home to Indiana sounded like a good idea. Today the snowstorm seemed to be mocking her and all her secrets.
Ragan’s gaze darted to the rearview mirror, checking on Skylar in his car seat in the back. The snowstorm didn’t seem to bother him a bit. She wished she could have said the same; visibility had deteriorated rapidly due to the wind whipping the snow around. The swish of the wipers was hypnotic as they tried to clear the snow from the windshield. It was the beginning of March and had been a sunny spring day when they left Indianapolis almost three hours ago, but the weather steadily worsened as they drove north. The snowstorm blew up out of nowhere, making roads slick and hazardous.
I should have stopped when the snow started, but I didn’t think it would get this bad so soon. Her hands cramped from holding the steering wheel tightly so she uncurled her fingers and turned up the radio. Singing along to “It’s Five O’clock Somewhere,” she tried to convince herself that they would make it to Fairfield Corners any minute. Between the darkness and the snow, she couldn’t tell how far it was to town. Ragan wasn’t even sure she was still driving in the right direction.
Faint tire tracks were the only sign that she remained on the road and even those were rapidly fading under the snow falling in clumps from the sky. Focusing on what she assumed to be the edge of the road, she didn’t see the deer standing in the middle of the road until the car was almost on top of it. She panicked and stomped on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel, swerving towards the side of the road. The rear tire clipped the guardrail, spinning the car as it careened down the hill, flipping over and over.
Blinding pain caused her head to throb as it hit the window. Then only darkness. Memories, visions, and dreams started to play on the screen of her mind.
A white dress.
Kisses in the kitchen.
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