Chapter 17December 17th
Victor trudged through the melting snow. Melting snow this close to Christmas shouldn’t be allowed. Gone was the light bubbly feeling of yesterday. Thursdays. He loathed Thursdays with their useless staff meeting and too-mild weather.
The house looked sad with melting snow dripping from the roof. Not even the fairy lights could cheer him up. “Hello.” He didn’t bother to raise his voice as he spoke into the empty hallway.
“Well, aren’t we a bundle of joy.” Jian chuckled as he came out of the kitchen.
“The snow is melting.”
“I know, but they predict more tomorrow.”
“They do?” Hope flared.
“Yup. Are you ready to go, or do you want a snack, a bathroom break, a shower?”
Victor studied him for a moment. He wore black jeans and a dark gray Henley shirt—nice, but no
