Chapter Eight
Frankie
Today is practically my last chance to deter Jolie from expecting what she asked Santa for. D-day is in four days. Thankfully, Jax told Jolie he couldn’t stay to decorate Earl. I know he’s trying to help by spending time away from her, and I appreciate it, but I can’t help but wonder if the damage is done. I’ve loved watching Jolie water the tree and talk to it as though it’s her friend. I wish she could have a sibling, but that’s years away and only if I could ever learn to trust a man again.
I sit on the couch, sipping my coffee, staring at Earl. I’m shocked he hasn’t lost many needles. I feel a kinship with this tree. I’m a little bent but can weather a storm too.
“Where are we going?” Jolie slides up on the sofa and hands me her socks, putting her feet in my l
