The refrigerator made no sound. The clock on the microwave was blank.
“Lily,” she called softly, but the wind answered first, howling against the farmhouse like it wanted in.
Lily sat up slowly, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes narrowing with immediate understanding. “No power?”
Maya nodded. “No water either.”
Lily stared at the window, where snow blew horizontally past the glass. “We’re not the only ones.”