Left on the Ice

ROWAN’S POV

“I hate to say it, but I told you so,” Mateo says softly. “He is gone, and he is never coming back.”

I don’t move.

My knees are in the snow and my hands are numb and the tears have frozen to tracks on my cheeks, and I am so far past the point of responding to Mateo Castillo that he might as well be speaking to the mountains.

He crouches beside me.

The warmth of his body engulfs mine