Chapter 27 - The First SnowBy late November, the first heavy snowfall of the season blanketed Cedar Lake in a quiet layer of white. The lake froze over around the edges, reflecting the pale winter sun like a giant mirror.

Claire sat by the fireplace inside the cabin, a warm cup of tea held between her hands. The room was filled with the smell of burning pine and the gentle crackle of the hearth.
Megan arrived unannounced that afternoon, carrying a basket of groceries and a small evergreen wreath. She stood at the doorway, looking at her mother with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
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"Can I come in?" Megan asked softly. "I brought the wreath Grandma used to hang."
Claire smiled, stepping aside to let her daughter in from the cold. "Help me hang it on the green door."
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