Dr. Edwards’ clinic was only a few blocks away now. He just had to make it there in one piece. But as he neared the familiar location, something was wrong. The illuminated sign that usually glowed like a welcoming beacon was dark. A knot of unease tightened in his stomach. The power was out.
He eased the truck into the lot, its surface hidden beneath a thick layer of unplowed snow. Parking as close to the entrance as possible, he switched off the engine and exhaled. Snow pelted the windshield in relentless sheets, and the howling wind made it difficult to think. He had no choice but to push forward.