Four foot banks of snow bordered each side of the hairpin turns, and my poor, little five-speed one tire in the car graveyard Toyota was fighting every increase in altitude with its last gasp of exhaust. The winter sun had fallen behind a mountain peak, leaving only a black road and the snow, which looked icy blue in the shadows of dusk. I smacked the button on the dash to coax a few more degrees of heat from the vent, but the car seemed determined to stay at a chilly sixty-two degrees. The white puffs of breath coming from my mouth were warmer than the air coming from the heater. What the heck made me think I should head up there? That’s right. Brent. My extremely irritating, highly arrogant, two-timing ex. After kicking him out, the creep moved into the same apartment building three doors down with Bonnie or Bunny or whatever the hell her name is. I needed an escape, and my best friend, Hannah, told me the cabin was free for the weekend.
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