Then, suddenly, a searchlight cut through the blizzard.
The roar of helicopter blades shook the mountain as snow swirled violently around me. I thought rescue teams had finally arrived.
But instead, a black helicopter hovered above the cliff.
A man in alpine rescue gear descended on a cable with precision. When he removed his goggles, I froze.
Silver hair.
Blue eyes.
A face I had only seen once before—in a photograph my mother had hidden away.