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."
“We've been living here since early November. If your parents really wanted to meet me and Molly, they would have been here sooner, before the holiday."
Taking a deep breath, I confess. “Mom has wanted to come to Riverbend since I first told her. I told her no." I shrug. “I wanted time with you, Kandace. I didn't want them to interrupt what I wanted to build."
“She wanted to come?"
