with Olivia. She’s trying to ruin Christmas.”
“Ryan, you need to talk some sense into her.”
She genuinely believed I was the problem.
That was fine.
She could complain inside her little bubble.
The rest of the family was already making other plans.
Around midnight, my phone lit up again.
Ryan.
Video call.
I answered.
His face filled the screen, tired and annoyed.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “People keep asking if Christmas is canceled at Mom’s. Did you tell them that?”
“I told them Mom wanted
