They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

it.”

Olivia nodded, slower this time, the nod of someone accepting something real rather than performing acceptance.

“Are you actually hosting Christmas next year?” she asked.

“I am.”

“Will the garage be heated?”

“Extremely. Stocked. I may put a mini-fridge out there for the symbolism.”

Her mouth moved, almost against its will, into something resembling continue reading …