In the end, Ivy Holden was too worried about Jensen Morrison. After he went outside, she couldn't calm down enough to write.
She looked at the time. He'd already been out for five minutes.
It was freezing, with snowflakes drifting down outside. Why wasn't he back yet? 'Is he out there meeting some fairy?'
Ultimately, she couldn't suppress the restlessness in her heart. Ivy quietly pulled on her coat, slipped on her snow boots, and snuck out the door.
The production crew's insulated tents were pitched next to the log cabin. A large canopy stretched over the tents, with enclosures on three sides to protect the dozen or so shelters.
For safety, LED lights had been installed on both the canopy and the log cabin.
The bright lights illuminated the snowy forest floor, making it look like a wonderland.
Jensen Morrison stood in the snow. The light cast his shadow onto the ground, like a faint brush of ink on pristine white rice paper.
