My stomach tightened.
Who could possibly be outside at this hour in weather like this?
I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
A violent blast of icy air exploded into the house.
The cold hit my face like broken glass.
For a second I couldn’t even breathe.
Then I saw her.
Standing on my porch was my grandmother, Dorothy Caldwell.
Seventy-eight years old.
Shivering so violently her entire body shook.