Dax

The bushes outside our home are lit with colorful lights and there’s a freshly cut large tree in the living room. Every day, Molly makes more decorations, and I may have gone overboard on the presents that will be under the tree on Christmas morning.

“I think I’m going to be sick to my stomach,” Kandace says as we wait for our guests to arrive.

“You’re fine,” I say. “They’ll love you and Molly.” ...