My first thought went to Rosalee, and I slid from my bed, wedging my feet into my slippers and wiggling into my robe. I tiptoed to the closet outside my door and grabbed another quilt from the stack on the shelf. Then I headed across the hall to Rosalee’s room. She appeared to still be sleeping, but as I spread the quilt over her, she opened her eyes. “How did you know I was cold?” “I was, so I was sure you would be too,” I said, sitting down on the edge of her bed and tucking the quilt more tightly against her legs. She gave me a fond smile. “What time is it?” “Five or so.” “What does it look like outside?” I went to the window and pulled back the drapes. Yesterday’s ice had turned to snow, and now it was falling thick and fast. The sun wouldn’t be up for another few hours, but I could see pretty well regardless. The landscape had taken on that eerie, grayish-orange glow that can happen with snow sometimes, even in the middle of the night. Ella had been right—this was a big one.
