Chapter 14I like Christmas songs as much as the next person, but do they have to wake me up with this overload of good cheer? As I rolled out of bed, it was clear if I was gonna do my workout that Christmas Eve morning, it would be to “Jingle Bells,” “Joy to the World,” “Santa Baby,” “All I Want for Christmas Is You,” and every cheesy Christmas song on Sarge’s playlist.
So be it. I danced and danced and danced. My heart was lighter than it’d been in weeks. No more questions. I was gonna enjoy Christmas and forget everything else. With a new family and the Jackson Five’s “Santa Claus Is Comin’ to Town,” I took a quick shower and put on my gray jeans with my pink top.
Breakfast in the dining room? A ruby-colored tablecloth dotted with pearly stars sat underneath silver and china I’d never
