Ruby
Although the confrontation with the Queen and Edith put a bit of a damper on the morning, Atwood, Tamara and I decide not to let it bother us for the rest of the day.
“Go on,” Atwood says, taking a seat on the sofa with a fresh cup of coffee. “Tamara, I think Santa left you quite a few presents last night.”
Tamara’s little face lights up with the prospect of opening presents. She looks at me questioningly first, then starts to dig in when I give her an approving nod.
While Tamara opens her presents happily, I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down on the sofa next to Atwood. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives me a little squeeze.
“I’m sorry it had to be on Christmas,” he says to me through our mindlink.
“It’s alright,” I respond. “I just hope tha
