Ten Days Before Christmas, I Overheard Her Plan—So I Quietly Changed Everything

voice. Her real voice.

“Christmas Day,” Natalie said, sharp and clinical, like she was reading off a checklist. “That’s when we tell him he needs to move out of Grandma’s cottage.”

My feet stopped mid-step. The jar tilted in my hands. My fingers tightened so hard the glass squeaked.

Marcus murmured something I couldn’t make out.

Natalie snapped back, “If continue reading …