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Isaac
“Grandma! Look what Santa brought me!” Aly cried as soon as my parents entered the house.
“Wow, Aly Cat,” my mom said. “Is that Elsa and Anna?”
“Yes!” Aly said triumphantly. “It’s what I wanted.”
“That’s so lucky.”
My dad patted me on the shoulder as he came inside and then took a seat on the couch to survey the disaster that was my home post-Christmas presents. My mom busied herself with Aly as she explained every single toy she’d received.
Annie filed in last. “Hey, big bro. How are you doing?”
I shrugged and shut the door. Peyton had been gone for five days. I hadn’t heard a peep from her. Of course, I didn’t expect to. She had made herself clear. We were over, and whatever we’d had was just a fantasy. Not real life.
“We brought over the rest of the presents,” my mom s
