Beth
I peeled open my eyes and felt a little disoriented. I had not yet gotten used to sleeping in Rafe’s bed, but he was very insistent that from now on, his room was the master bedroom, and I was to move in and make myself comfortable.
He kept speaking and acting like this was a permanent arrangement. Like he was back for good and we were just going to stay like this, one big happy family.
I almost forgot that it was Christmas Eve.
As I made my way down the stairs I was further disoriented by the dark stormy skies and a blustery wind that played havoc with the blow-up Christmas decorations on the neighbor’s yard. The old house moaned and groaned in protest as the wind howled around the eves.
The kitchen light was on, making it feel like evening rather than morning, and Mrs. McBride
