Blade’s P.O.V.
The Miller family Christmas dinner was in full swing, and it was as loud and chaotic as it always was when our family got together. Plates piled high with food, laughter bouncing off the walls, and everyone talking over each other. It was my kind of holiday.
But this year, something was different—or rather, someone.
I glanced over at Meghan, who was seated right next to me. Her smile small but genuine as she listened to Jules recount some childhood disaster involving a frozen pond and her trying to ice skate. She looked a little out of her element right now, like she wasn’t quite sure where to fit in among all the noise, but every time someone roped her into the conversation, she responded with a sharp quip or an easy laugh. She was holding her own, and it made me ridicul
