Life Is But A Brief Spring For Mortals

Summary

During our honeymoon, the car stopped at a rest area in the freezing Rockies. I headed straight for the restroom. When I came out, the SUV was gone.

I stood frozen, then called Elias. It took seven tries before he answered. “Chloe’s got severe altitude sickness and won’t stop vomiting. There’s no clinic here. I have to take her down the mountain now. Wait there or grab a cab into town.”

I looked around. Twelve thousand feet up, surrounded by snow peaks. No cabs, just a few freight trucks stopping for water. “Elias, you left me here alone?”