Raphael
Beth didn’t seem nearly as surprised to learn my father was at the root of our miscommunication seven years ago. I’d always known that my dad didn’t approve of Beth, but I’d discounted it as a remnant of his old-world attitudes. I never imagined he’d go so far to ruin our relationship.
She hadn’t exactly melted at my apology. But she hadn’t told me to get lost either. She’d even agreed to go to the live Nativity with me. Even though we’d have mom and Lucy along as chaperons, I was excited. Every minute I got to spend with her felt like its own Christmas miracle, all wrapped up in a bow. And I thought maybe, just maybe, it would bring back memories of happy times we spent together.
After a quick and light dinner, we bundled up in warm clothes. Luckily, it was a mild night for Dec
