*Patrick*
Bright and early on Saturday morning, I drove to Noel to help out in the toy drive, hoping I’d get to see my Mistletoe Mystery woman.
It actually wasn’t the first time I had volunteered at this particular event. A few years prior, I had come here with Emily. At the time, I felt happy about her willingness to help children. But I’d taken off my rose-colored glasses since then, and looking back, it seemed more likely she just wanted to have five minutes of fame on the one-off television show that was covering the event.
She’d only been there long enough to hold a kid in her lap while they asked her questions about volunteering and helping the needy. She’d spewed some lies about how she always adored kids and couldn’t wait to be a mother one day. She said she wished she were a
