by Elara Voss
A search-and-rescue coordinator drives through a Colorado snowstorm to stop her ex-husband from dying on the same mountain that already took their friend — and finds a grief-tech startup selling something worse than death.
*The Release Forms*
I want to be clear that I didn't drive down there to change his mind — I drove down there because someone has to sign the release forms when a civilian gets himself killed, and I wasn't going to let it be his sister.
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