Delia felt the chill creeping up her legs as she crunched through the snow-covered cemetery next to her fiancé. She was cold as the grave, and her bones rattled inside the coat that he had placed lovingly around her shoulders.
“Where are we going?” She asked.
“To your family crypt. We’re almost there.”
“In the middle of a blizzard?”
“Yes.”
She shivered along beside him. She had gotten so thin of late, she felt like the wind was whistling through her. When they finally arrived, she watched as he unlocked the heavy iron door.
“I still don’t understand. Why are we here?”
He smiled sadly as he led her inside.
“Because you got out again”
