Chapter 19
HEATH
Santa Claus, my ass.
I’m spending way more money than the fat man ever could. And I have no problem dropping the cash.
It’s St. Heath to save the day. For once.
Stuck in a red and green hell, stranded in the center of a jam-packed Holiday department store, I load a million things into my cart until there’s nothing to load anymore.
A flood of bright fluorescent lights burn down on me. Surrounded by a sea of soccer moms scrambling for last-minute Christmas presents, my eyes scan over the big bright banners celebrating the holiday seasons, the sales signs as far as the eye can see.
If this was a year ago, I’d be drinking alone in my penthouse, thinking about how much I hate the holidays.
But I’m actually having fun.
It’s one of the first times I’m able to do so witho
