The snowflake fell into her hand. Cordelia could see the outline of a familiar face; lower lip slightly curled, but always ready to welcome her.
She looked at the closed door before her. If she took a few steps, it would open. She’d be safe and protected.
If she walked away, if she went back to her sisters, life would be dangerous. The three of them would have to survive alone in the city. Away from the comfortable web of protection their mother wove around them.
They’d be on their own.
Cordelia turned away from the door.