Mary clung onto her baby Addison. "I'll always be with you," she said under her breath. Jacob put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "They must go," he said, casting sidelong glances across the lush green fields. Mary looked at Ivy, her twelve-year-old daughter. Ivy had long, straight hair as black as ash with tanned skin and amber eyes.

 Jack was nine years old, and he had light brown hair that reached his chin and brown eyes. he put a hand on his mom's shoulder. "We should be going," he murmured. "Of course!" Mary cried, drawing a silver key from her pocket and placing it around Ivy's neck. "Take care!" Jack grasped Ivy's clammy hand in his own, preparing himself to jump into the iced-over lake. "Love you!" Jacob called to his children.

 Jack was too nervous to answer his calls, and leaped into the lake, his hand still interlaced with Ivy's.