Emilie unfolded the compact emergency shovel from her backpack. The cold mountain air numbed her nose and cheeks, as she utilized her frustration and anger to dig a grave in the snow. She tugged Joe’s beanie down over his eyes, cinched his jacket’s hood, and pulled his rigid body into the pit. Each shovelful slapped against the material of her ex-lover’s parka and blue jeans, as she hid Joe from the foxes and mountain lio...