Julia

Van wrapped his arm around me as we both stared at the tree. He’d taken strands of garland of silver and gold, silver beads, and white, gold, and silver ornaments from his office. I imagined one of his employees showing up and wondering who vandalized the tree. My guess would be that the CEO would be their last suspect. He had left the lights. Without electricity, they wouldn’t do us much good.

“It’s the best tree I’ve ever ...