Chapter 7
When Galen woke on Christmas morning and realized what day it was, he was flooded with a wave of sadness. Up until today, despite the fact that he was acting in a play dedicated to the holiday, he’d been able to push any thoughts about celebrating Christmas to the back of his mind.
He had hoped Neal would come home with him again last night. After all, since the party, they’d spent every night at Galen’s place. However, when he’d suggested it, Neal had said there were things he had to do, promising he’d be over by noon.
After getting dressed in an old pair of jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt that had seen better days, Galen wandered into the kitchen to fix breakfast. While he did, his thoughts kept going back to the Christmas his father had died. He understood now, thanks to N
