It was the twenty-fourth of December and it was snowing. Really, it had started to snow as Sean Casey and his family started driving to Mary Casey’s grandmother’s house in Wintertown, NH, in the northern part of the state very near the Canadian border. The children, Darren, nine years old, and Samantha, eight, were in the back seat of the car playing checkers on a magnetic board. They had left their house in Milford, NH in the southern part of the state at about nine o’clock in the morning, expecting at worst a four-hour ride.
It was now 5:00 PM and it was full dark. They had left the highway some while ago and now they were on an unmarked country road. The road had been plowed much earlier in the day, but it continued to snow and it was very deep. Sean thought that the snow might be almost up to the front bumper of his car. Visibility was almost zero and the snow was beginning to pick up in intensity. Only because of the snow banks on the side of the road, Sean was able to keep the car on the road. The car was now moving at walking speed. I can’t stop, Sean thought. I’ve got to keep moving. We could be stranded here in a snow storm. People die in these situations. Don’t think about it. We are not going to die.
“There seems to be a light up ahead,” Sean said. “Maybe we can find out where...
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