Chapter 6
After chicken sandwiches and a bucket of fries, Wyatt told me he wanted to take me shopping.
“You’re joking, right?”
He shook his head. “No. This is one of those things I do every year. It’s part of my tradition. The town has the big Christmas tree in the center, but at my condo I have a tree also. It’s obviously much smaller, but every year I buy a new snowflake ornament. I need your help finding one.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, why am I going on this shopping trip?”
“I just told you, it’s something I love about the holidays. I want you to experience it with me.”
I sighed and huffed a laugh. “Okay. I will help you find the one unique snowflake of the year.”
He beamed and parked his SUV in front of the mall. Good God, the mall. Right before Christmas.
“Well,
