Brooke sat in her office, her hands covered by thick layers of wool and synthetic fibers. Despite the warmth her clothing provided, she breathed into her hands and rubbed them, nonetheless.
It had been nearly two months since the snow first began to fall, and the weather showed no signs of turning for the better. Some days it had ceased snowing, but it never got warm enough to melt.
In fact, the temperature never even rose above the negative. Sunlight had become a rarity, and she, like many others struggled to stay warm, let alone managed to eat regularly. Her cheeks were slightly thinner than they used to be, but were far from the point of gaunt.
And if she was being honest, her clothes in general seemed slightly looser. She didn't know how much weight she had lost, and she didn't care to find out. She was too busy, busy trying to coordinate the survival of her employees…. Of her family's company.
