CHAPTER 4: LIZ
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“I love you too, Robbie.” Liz struggled to keep the sadness from her voice. “Yes, I’m sure. Go and have fun with your friends. I’ll be fine and so will your father. Yes, call me on Christmas.”
As soon as she hung up, she let the tears fall. This was going to be the worst Christmas ever. She’d never been alone on Christmas. Never. She stared at the tree—all decked out with lights and ornaments, memories of better times. She shouldn’t have bothered putting it up. With the kids gone and Craig...out of her life, there’d been no reason, except she’d thought it’d make her feel better. Sometimes, it did—when she was busy in the kitchen or at her desk working—but not now. Not when Christmas was only a few days away and she was going to be miserable by herself.
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