Garth had decided Christmas would be cancelled that year. His holiday spirit had left along with Jerry—his cheating lower-than-whale-s**t-on-the-bottom-of-the-ocean bastard of a boyfriend—when he’d walked out of the house and their lives a couple weeks before Thanksgiving.
But Garth’s mom, sensible as ever, had pointed out there was still Adam to consider. Her grandson, she reasoned, was at the age where Christmas still held magic, but might not for much longer.
“Come spend the holiday here,” she’d told him. “Your old room is always ready, and I can turn my sewing room back into a bedroom for Adam.” No doubt sensing victory was within her grasp, she pressed her advantage and insisted the two of them stay until New Year’s. “School will be out for the holiday, so you both will be free.”
