Polar Vortex, The Frozen Heart

Three months into my pregnancy, a once-in-a-century polar vortex hit the East Coast.

My husband, Fletcher, was worried that his widowed sister-in-law, Brielle, couldn't survive the freeze alone.

He suggested she move in with us, and I agreed without a second thought.

I never imagined that on her very first day, she would demand I hand-wash her underwear.

I refused and warned her that if she kept acting up, I'd kick her out.

That night, Fletcher dragged me out into the freezing wind.

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