The Man Lost In the Snow

Three years after my fiancé fell off a cliff while on a sketching trip in the mountains, I walked straight into his solo art exhibition by accident. And there he was, the man I hadn’t been able to forget for a single day, gently adjusting the scarf around a young woman’s neck.

Every wall around us was filled with portraits he once promised he would only ever paint for me. Yet now, every single one of them was of her.

Beside me, Timothy Hansen, his closest friend, the one who had helped me handle the aftermath back then, grabbed my arm.