She started toward it, wading up the road through snow that sucked at her boots, miring her in its grip.

“Maura, where are you going?” said Doug.

She kept walking, even as Doug continued to call out to her. As she moved closer, she saw that the patch of green was a sign, its face half obscured by clinging snow. She brushed away the flakes.

PRIVATE ROAD

RESIDENTS ONLY

AREA PATROLLED

So much snow had fallen that she could not see any pavement, only a narrow alley that cut into the trees and twisted away through the heavy screen of woods. A chain was draped across the entrance, the metal links encrusted in white fluff. “There’s a road here!” she called out. As the others trudged toward her, she pointed at the sign. “It says residents only. That means there must be houses down this road.”

“The chain’s up,” said Arlo. “I doubt anyone’s there.”

“But there’ll be shelter. Right now, that’s all we need.”

Doug gave a laugh and threw his arms around Maura, crushing her against his down jacket. “I knew it was a good idea to bring you along! Sharp eyes, Dr. Isles! We would have missed this road completely.”

As he released her, Maura noticed Elaine staring at them, and it unsettled her because it was not a friendly look. Suddenly it was gone, and Elaine turned back to the Suburban. “Let’s get our things out of the car,” she said.

They didn’t know how far they would have to carry their belongings, so Doug suggested they take only what they needed for the night. Maura left her suitcase behind and grabbed her purse and a tote bag, which she filled with toiletries and an extra sweater.

“Elaine, you’re not really going to bring your suitcase,” said Arlo.

“It’s just my carry-on. It has my jewelry and cosmetics.”

“We’re in the frigging wilderness.”

“It’s got other stuff, too.”

“What stuff?”

“Other. Stuff.” She started toward the private road, her roll-aboard plowing a trench in the snow behind her.

“I guess I’ll have to carry that for you,” Arlo said with a sigh, and he took the suitcase from her.

“Everyone got what they need?” called out Doug.

“Wait,” said Maura. “We need to leave a note in case someone finds the Suburban.” She pulled a pen and notepad from her purse and wrote: Stranded, please call for help. We’re down the private road. She laid it in full view on the dashboard and shut the door. “Okay,” she said, pulling on her gloves. “I’m ready.”

They clambered over the chain and started down the road, Arlo huffing and puffing as he dragged Elaine’s roll-aboard suitcase behind him.

“When we get back home, Doug,” Arlo panted, “you owe me a major dinner. I’m talking major. Veuve Clicquot. Caviar. And a steak the size of Los Angeles.”

“Stop it,” said Elaine. “You’re making us hungry.”

“You’re not already hungry?”

“It doesn’t help to talk about it.”

“It doesn’t go away if we don’t talk about it.” Arlo trudged slowly, the suitcase scraping across the snow. “And now we’re going to miss dinner, too.”

“There’s bound to be some food down there,” said Doug. “Even if you close up your house for the winter, you usually leave stuff behind in the pantry. Peanut butter. Or macaroni.”

“Now, this is desperation. When macaroni starts to sound good.”

“It’s an adventure, guys. Think of it as jumping out of a plane and trusting in the fates to get you safely on the ground.”

“I’m not like you, Doug,” said Arlo. “I don’t jump out of planes.”

“You don’t know what you’ve missed.”

“Lunch.”

Every step was hard labor. Despite the dropping temperature, Maura was sweating inside her ski parka. Her throat ached with each searing breath of cold air. Too tired to break a path through fresh snow, she fell into step behind Doug, letting him plow the path first, planting her feet in the craters left behind by his boots. It was now a matter of stoically marching ahead, left-right-left, ignoring her sore muscles, the ache in her chest, the sodden hem of her pants.

As they slogged up a slight rise, Maura had her gaze focused downward on the trail of broken snow. When Doug suddenly halted, she almost bumped into him.

“Hey, everyone!” Doug called back to the others. “We’re going to be okay!”

Maura moved beside him and stared down into a valley, at the rooftops of a dozen houses. No smoke curled up from any of the chimneys; the road leading down was covered in unbroken snow.

“I don’t see any signs of life,” she said.

“We may have to break into one of those buildings. But at least we’ll have a place to stay tonight. It looks like maybe a two-mile walk down, so we’ll make it before dark.”

“Hey, look,” said Arlo. “There’s another sign here.” He slogged farther down the road and brushed snow off the surface.

“What does it say?” asked Elaine.

For a moment Arlo was silent, staring at the sign as though it were written in a language he could not understand. “Now I know what that old man in the gas station meant,” he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s the name of that village down there.” Arlo moved aside, and Maura saw the words on the sign.

KINGDOM COME

I DON’T SEE ANY POWER LINES,” SAID ARLO.

“You mean I can’t recharge my iPod?” asked Grace.

“They could have underground lines,” Doug suggested. “Or generators. It’s the twenty-first century. Nobody lives without electricity.” He adjusted his backpack. “Come on, it’s a long walk. We want to get down there before dark.”

They started down the slope, where the wind stung like icy nettles and the drifts made every step hard labor. Doug led the way, breaking a trail through deep virgin snow, with Grace, Elaine, and Arlo following in a line behind him. Maura brought up the rear. Though they were moving downhill, the ever-deepening snow made it an exhausting hike. No one was talking now; it took all their effort just to keep slogging ahead.

Nothing about this day had turned out the way Maura had expected. If only we’d ignored the GPS and followed the map, she thought. We’d be at that lodge right now, sipping wine in front of a fire. If only I’d turned down Doug’s invitation in the first place, I wouldn’t be stuck with these people at all. I’d be back in my own hotel, warm and safe for the night. Safety was the option she almost always chose. Safe investments, safe cars, safe travel. The only risks she’d ever taken had been with men, and every one of those had turned out badly. Daniel, and now Douglas. Note to self: In future, avoid men whose names begin with D. Aside from that, the two men were nothing alike. That had been Doug’s charm, the fact that he was wild and a little reckless. He’d made her want to be reckless as well.

This is the result, she thought as she stumbled down the mountainside. I’ve let an impulsive man lead me into this mess. Worst of all, he refused to acknowledge how serious their predicament was, a predicament that only seemed to be worsening. In Doug’s sunny world, everything was always going to turn out okay.

The light was starting to fade. They’d been walking at least a mile now, and her legs felt heavy as lead. If she dropped right here from exhaustion, the others might not even hear it. Once darkness fell, no one would be able to find her. By morning, she would be covered in snow. How easy it was to disappear out here. Get lost in a snowstorm, vanish beneath a drift, and the world would have no idea what became of you. She had told no one in Boston about this overnight jaunt. For once, she’d tried to be spontaneous, to jump aboard and enjoy the ride, as Doug had urged her. And it had been her chance to put Daniel out of her mind and declare her independence. Convince herself that she was still her own woman.