To every adult in the room, it's a logistical problem.
The next hour proves me right.
Road conditions worsen.
Visibility drops.
Phones begin buzzing.
Weather alerts.
Travel advisories.
Road closures.
One by one, the remaining customers leave.
By five o'clock, only three people remain inside the bakery.
Sadie.
Jillie.
Me.
The snow continues falling.
Hard.
Jillie presses her nose against the glass.
"I think the world disappeared."
She's not entirely wrong.
The street beyond the bakery is almost invisible.
Sadie folds her arms.
"I don't like this."
Neither do I.
Which is why I've already made a decision.
I just know she isn't going to love it.
"Road to Briar Cove is closed."
She freezes.
"What?"
"State police posted it fifteen minutes ago."
The color drains slightly from her face.
That road closure changes everything.
