EVELYN

On a bright Christmas morning, I woke up curled up on the bed, cuddling Ian's pillow. I had missed him all night.

I turned to the other side of the bed only to see Rio's head up from his and his eyes on me, like he has been waiting for me to wake up.

"Merry Christmas, my love. We have the whole of today to ourselves." I put my hand under his chin and he responded by licking my hand.

After I had freshened up, I called my mom first to wish her.

"Merry Christmas, Honey."

"How are ...