Summary
Outside, ice clings to the twiggy branches and eavestroughs of Salem Avenue. Were an evening wanderer to make their way down the empty street, their boots would crunch on the gritty, slushy sidewalk, and the sound would be magnified in that way that only happens in the dead of winter, when time seems to slow, and every puff of breath crystallizes in the air before you like a sacred and ornamental wish.
But in the basement of Number 12 Salem Avenue, Remus finds himself engulfed in the heat of a private sun.
What happened in the space between chapter five and six of The Road to Love is Covered in Ice and Slush.