Blade’s P.O.V.
I stepped out of my truck and stretched, the cool night air washing over me, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and frost. My shift at the fire station had been long, grueling, but uneventful. Now, as I approached Meghan’s house, the warm glow from the windows promised something far more inviting. I hadn’t expected much beyond a quiet dinner with Meghan and her family, but as I opened the door and stepped inside, I froze, completely taken aback.
The dining room table was a masterpiece of holiday cheer. Dishes piled high with roasted turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and countless side dishes I couldn’t name filled every inch of the surface. Candles flickered between garlands of evergreen, and the aroma of cinnamon and baked goods hung in the air.
It looked like so
