✴ Damien ✴
The chill of the evening air nipped at my face as I stepped out of my car and into the bustling square. Wintervale’s Christmas tree lighting event was about to begin, and the town had come alive with the kind of festive energy that only a close-knit community could muster. Families strolled through the square, their laughter mingling with the soft hum of carolers warming up near the gazebo. Twinkling lights lined every lamppost, and the faint aroma of roasted chestnuts and spiced cider hung in the air. I glanced at my watch. Everything was running on time, which was a small miracle considering how chaotic the day had been. Josh had been his usual whirlwind of delegation and charm, ensuring every detail was perfect. I had spent the better part of the afternoon checking in with v
