Jan

Jan is nineteen and nearly frozen, abandoned deep in the wilderness along the Snake River by the one person she trusted most. Her boyfriend left her on a trail this morning and told her to find her own way back. It was sixty degrees when they started. Now it’s nineteen, snowing hard, and Jan’s boots are soaked through. Just as her strength begins to give out, she spots the flicker of candlelight through the trees, a cabin with smoke rising from the chimney. If she doesn’t reach it before she falls again, she may never get back up.