You never really know what life has in store until a snowstorm brings a shivering teenager to your doorstep, claiming to have no place to go. That’s how I found myself facing a past I thought I’d buried and a future I never imagined.
I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who’d find himself in the middle of a snowstorm, staring down a mystery at his front door. My name’s Ian. I’m 33, married to Jenna, and we’re expecting our first child in a few months.
A happy pregnant couple | Source: Midjourney
Life was supposed to be simple. I’ve got a good job in IT, and Jenna’s a freelance photographer, capturing moments that seem to fly by too fast for the rest of us to catch. Our days are filled with talk about baby names, nursery colors, and arguments over whether pineapple belongs on pizza. Normal stuff.
That night, the snow was coming down hard. Jenna was curled up on the couch, rubbing her belly absentmindedly while scrolling through her phone. I was in the kitchen, making hot cocoa: Jenna’s been craving it like crazy since the pregnancy.
A man smiles while holding a mug of hot cocoa in the kitchen at night | Source: Midjourney
The soft hum of the heater filled the room, a cozy contrast to the howling wind outside.
“Babe, do you think we should go with blue or green for the nursery?” Jenna called out, her voice light but a bit tired.
“I still say yellow,” I replied, pouring cocoa into two mugs. “It’s neutral, bright… and won’t show spit-up as much.”
Jenna laughed. “You and your practical logic.”
A pregnant woman laughs while relaxing on the couch | Source: Midjourney
I was about to carry the mugs over when there was a sharp knock at the door. It was unusual, especially with the weather as bad as it was. Jenna looked up, a concerned crease forming on her forehead.
“Ian, who could it be at this hour?” she asked.
“No idea,” I muttered, setting down the cocoa and heading to the door.
When I opened it, I was hit by a gust of icy wind that almost knocked me back. Standing there, shivering in the cold, was a girl who looked about 15.
A teenage girl standing outside a house in the snow at night | Source: Midjourney
Her hair was damp, sticking to her forehead, and her lips were turning blue. She wasn’t wearing a coat, just a thin, ragged sweater, and her fingers were red and raw from the cold.
“Can I have something to cover up with? A coat, a blanket, anything?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
There was something oddly familiar about her face, but I couldn’t place it. Her eyes darted around nervously, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Of course,” I said, without thinking. “Come in, come in — you’re freezing.”
A man standing at the front door of his house and looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
She stepped inside, hesitating as if she expected me to slam the door in her face. I grabbed a blanket from the couch and handed it to her. Jenna stood up, her eyes wide with worry.
“What’s going on, Ian?” she whispered, but I just shook my head slightly. I didn’t have an answer yet.
