It was a cold February night and a thick layer of snow blanketed the town of Seaward Shoals, leaving the streets feeling silent and desolate. Coronet Cresthaven found herself trudging up the hill to the local cemetery, a scarf wrapped tightly around her shoulders and an overwhelming sense of emptiness weighing heavily on her heart. Thick snowflakes swirled down around her as she walked. She shivered and pulled the scarf closer to her face. It was hard to see through the curtain of falling sn...