CHAPTER 24
Too restless to paint, too agitated to sit at home, Seb left the house early the next day. He left his car behind and walked, the icy chill a welcome sting on his cheeks and nose. It made him feel alive.
It was Christmas Eve.
A few weeks ago he’d been secretly looking forward to Christmas, although he would never admit that out loud. Yes, it was the holiday for children, but it would have been his first in more years than he cared to remember being part of a proper family. Actually, he wasn’t sure he’d ever had a proper family, now that he knew what one was really like.
The loss of David sat like a heavy stone in his stomach. He’d had more than his fair share of grief, but somehow this felt worse than all the other times. Maybe because David didn’t deserve to be dead y
