My Dad Said I Could Not Afford The Ski Resort Until The Manager Called Me Miss Thompson

stopped needing to think about the notes. The room smelled of pine and woodsmoke and something warm and slightly sweet coming from the restaurant beyond the east corridor.

I stood near the tree with a paper cup of peppermint tea and let myself have a moment with the place before it became complicated.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Colorado continue reading …