Elizabeth: Five years ago, I left my fiancé at the altar. I was convinced that it was what was best for the both of us. We were too young. We weren’t ready. But my heart never recovered from that decision. Now I know, it was the single worst decision of my life. A disastrous horseback riding expedition leaves me lost in the woods during the worst blizzard the area has seen in decades. I think I’ve been saved when I stumble upon a cabin in the middle of the forest. My heart stops when the man who opens the door is none other than the fiancé I left at the alter. Hayes: When my high school sweetheart left me stranded at the altar, my world crumbled. I picked myself up, dusted myself off and got my degree in forestry and conservation, fulfilling my dream of becoming a forest ranger. I became a recluse because I could never let anyone hurt me like that again. I had just hunkered down in my cabin out in the middle of nowhere since a blizzard was coming in from the West, so imagine my surprise at the sound of someone pounding on my door. When I open the door and find the woman who jilted me, I want to slam the door in her face. Can a blizzard heal years of hurt or is history doomed to repeat itself?