74 Chapter 74

The sun shone brightly through the window into Ari’s eyes the next morning, waking her to the start of a new day. Ari had always loved mornings. It was another chance to make a difference in the world. Each day was a new gift, a new page of a book waiting to be written.

She stood and it was unusually bright outside again. And sure enough, when she looked out the window, a thick blanket of sparkling, freshly fallen snow had once again been laid out over the land. But as she watched the cars bustling by below, everything seemed louder than she had remembered. Busier. She guessed it was true that the mind blocks out background white noise until you don’t even hear it anymore.