Snowed In and Shared

I came to the mountains to photograph a building that's about to die. I didn't plan on the blizzard, and I definitely didn't plan on the three brothers who were already inside. Boone, who fixes everything with his hands. Reece, who plans everything in his head. Sawyer, who inherits everything and wants none of it. Six days, one stove, one road that won't clear. We're supposed to hate each other. Instead we're sharing blankets and learning exactly how long a person can stare. When the plows come, I have a job offer, a report to file, and a life waiting that suddenly looks very small. I could walk away. Or I could stay snowed in with three men who've already rearranged their whole lives around me. I'm not choosing one. I'm choosing all of them.