“You need to call an ambulance!” Josh tugs on my sleeve again. “He needs to go to the hospital!” I can’t bear to tell him the truth. I hated this man, but Josh doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know that the icicles from the tree may have saved his life. He doesn’t know that the man lying in front of us in the snow is his father—the one he has been desperate to meet all these years. He doesn’t even know Shane is dead.
