Two days before Christmas
Todd gestured for her to sit and eat. Dahlia slumped into the chair, her chest tight.
“I keep remembering more family crap,” she said, her voice low. She glanced at Gahn, who flashed her a grin and a wink, which made her laugh despite herself.
“Are you serious, Dahlia?” Todd snapped, glaring at her.
“What, Todd? I just said hi to him. Chill out,” she shot back.
“Don’t look at him, don’t smile, don’t do anything,” he barked. “You need to figure out what—or who—you actually want.”
Bram approached, his expression serious. “We need to talk. Now.”
She followed him to his office, and he shut the door firmly behind them.
“Sit,” he said, pacing. “I’m dropping out of the race.”
“What?” she stared at him, stunned.
“The connection’s almost gone, Dahlia. I’m not eve
