Julia
In the center of the foyer with people coming and going around us, I stood my ground, recalling the encouragement Van had given me to voice my opinion. “I'm shocked too, Mom."
Her arms opened wide as she offered me a reassuring embrace. Instead of stepping into her hug, my jaw clenched as I took a step back. “This wasn't our plan. When did Van call you?"
“It was earlier this morning. Your father and I immediately left Wade and hurried home. As you can imagine, it's been a mad dash to get things organized. Thankfully" —she gestured toward the tall, slender decorated tree— “the staff was able to bring back out a few of the decorations. I know it's not much and the holidays are over, but I think the white lights will do nicely. We can consider this a winter theme. The florist is due
