The snow started around four that afternoon, fine and unhurried, the kind that makes a mountain town look like it was built for a postcard rather than actually lived in. By the time I turned off the highway toward Evergreen, it had thickened into something heavier, catching in the headlights and dissolving against the windshield before the wipers could clear it away. I drove with both hands on the wheel and my shoulders up near my ears, the particular posture I always seemed to fall into on this drive, as if my body remembered every version of this trip before my mind caught up.
In the back seat, Lily hummed along to a song only she could hear, her boots kicking gently against the seat in front of her. She had insisted on wearing her red tights that morning, the ones with tiny white snowflakes stitched into the pattern, paired with a green dress she’d picked out herself because, she informed me with great seriousness, Christmas colors mattered. On her lap she held a piece of paper folded in careful quarters, the edges already going soft from how many times she had checked to make sure it was still there.
“Do you think Grandpa will like it?” she asked for the third time since we’d left Lakewood.
“He’s going to love it,” I said, and I meant it the way you mean things you’ve decided to believe rather than things you actually know.
I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Seven years old and still young enough to think a drawing could fix anything, still young enough to believe that love worked the way she’d been taught it worked in picture books, where you gave someone your heart on a piece of paper and they folded you into their arms because of it. I had been that age once too, sitting in the back seat of my own mother’s car, believing the same things about my father. It had taken me the better part of three decades to stop believing them, and even now, driving up this mountain with my daughter’s careful drawing riding in her lap, some stubborn part of me was still hoping.
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