His boots crunched over drifts that had grown considerably since his earlier trip, each step an effort against the rising storm. In the driveway, his truck sat half-buried, its windshield coated in a thick layer of ice.
He had to wrestle the driver’s side door open, the frozen handle biting against his palm. The rabbit remained cradled securely against his chest, wrapped in a thick towel, its frail body unmoving except for the shallow rise and fall of its breathing.