~Sienna~

“Oh my goodness,” my mom squeals, opening the door wider.

My feet pause at the kitchen door entrance as I wait to see what the rise is about. Then Elias walks in with large shopping bags in his hands.

He shouldn’t be here until about two hours’ time and then the meals will be ready to be served.

Why did I agree to let him come over for Christmas again?

Yes, because he doesn’t have a family after the accident that took his parents’ lives six years ago.

Now my mom is ...