As Kay bent over Ron's face, snowflakes blew in through a crack in the tent and gathered on his eyelashes. She brushed them off. Ron's cheek felt as cold to her touch as the snow. After each of her six children peered briefly at their daddy's face in the casket, the grieving family left the little tent and headed, shivering, toward the van, the snow crunching under their feet. Ron's death was only the beginning of...
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