Kayden knocked on the door and called out for me to get up. I listened to him walk away, and rolled to my side, staring at the window. I hadn't really wanted to answer him. Martin was leaving early due to the snowstorm coming on Saturday. I'd heard them taking all their things downstairs.
After a while, the trunk slammed shut with a dull thud, signifying the last time I'd see Martin until Christmas. Almost as important, perhaps the last time I'd see Flynn. I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to look down at the driveway.
A thick dusting of snow had fallen. Everything looked picturesque outside. Martin's car had been cleared of snow, swipe marks on the roof as far as their arms could reach. The snow on the hood had melted from the engine turning over. Kayden opened the door and poked his head in.
"Ah, you're up. Martin is about ready to leave, Val."