I Left Before the Snow Stopped

Summary

On our sixth anniversary, I waited ten hours for my boyfriend in the middle of a Colorado blizzard.

I waited until the coffee stand closed, the last shuttle was canceled, and my toes went numb. I called Mason thirty-one times. He never picked up.

At 9:53 p.m., the video call finally connected.

But the person on the screen wasn't Mason. It was my best friend, Tessa. She was sitting in his passenger seat, smiling.

"I came up a couple of days early. Figured I'd borrow your tour guide."

I asked Mason why he hadn't come.