They call me Frost because my heart is a shard of ice, and it’s only gotten worse since my mom died. Fleeing from the only home I’ve ever known was my only option to escape the memories and pain.
Then I met her, and she’s like a fire to my frigid soul. With Christmas fast approaching, she makes me want to return to the place that haunts my dreams.
Can I set aside my agony, or will the open road consume me?
