Vil Schoenheit

“Another winter photoshoot?” Your husband’s disbelief caught your attention—another country, during the holidays. You already knew he’d take it. Watching him leave to call his agency made your stomach sink. Present day. Holiday break had begun, yet the cold felt unbearable without him. You went for a walk, snow starting to fall, beautiful and cruel. When exhaustion forced you to stop, a voice called your name—and a jacket fell over your shoulders