medicine, and exhaustion made even standing difficult.
The apartment looked beautiful in the cruelest way.
Cole had hired a decorator to cover our twelve-foot Fraser fir with white lights and silver ribbons because important guests might visit before New Year’s.
Nobody important had visited.
Neither had family.
And my husband hadn’t come home.
There were only two sick six-month-old babies, their frightened mother, and a Christmas tree probably worth more than my college graduation car.
When my phone vibrated on the kitchen counter, I almost smiled.
For one foolish moment,
