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And I knew exactly whose house it was

Mr. Carter, a quiet man I’d seen around
the neighborhood for years. We’d nodded
at each other dozens of times, but never talked.

People said he was a retired Army engineer. Kept to
himself. Always working on something in his garage.

At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it that my

frozen, exhausted mind was playing tricks on me. But

that light didn’t fade. It held steady, like a beacon in the

dark.

I didn’t even think twice. I threw on my coat, grabbed a

flashlight that barely worked, and trudged through the

snow toward that glow. By the time I reached his porch,

my hands were numb and my breath felt like ice in my

chest.

He opened the door before I could even knock.

Warm air spilled out real, dry heat that felt almost