CHAPTER 56
I’ve never been a big fan of the whole Christmas-miracle motif. Goes back all the way to a foster family who kicked me out of their home the day before Christmas Eve so they could give my bedroom to the cousins coming in from out of state. And here I am complaining about how my husband’s got a chip or two on his shoulder.
Jake and I are staring at each other. It’s like we’re stuck here. Time’s frozen, but just for the two of us.
I knew something like this would happen. Didn’t I tell you everything was too perfect to last?
Jake pulls out his cell phone. I swear he’s about to call his mom, and I’m not going to argue with him. If Patricia were here, she’d know what to do. That woman is as torturous as a hill full of fire ants, but she’s efficient. She knows how to take charge,
