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Chapter 6
Chapter 6 When David walked into the house he closed the storm door. The wind was picking up a lot, and he had practically run from Jared’s car into the house. He sat on the couch and allowed himself to think about everything that had happened in the last few days. He was home in Florida, and he wasn’t going to be spending Christmas alone. Marisol was right. He may not have come to remember, but that was what he was doing anyway. Wind whistled down the fireplace and David began to laugh. That first Christmas David’s family had spent in Florida, Janet Whitmore had been able to get them into the house before Christmas. The night before. Christmas Eve. David had already started school, and he remembered his mother’s dismay when she picked him up that day. She had wanted to make things loo
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