Chapter Twelve Sunday, December 26
My bedroom ceiling looks different this morning.
That was my first thought after my alarm went off today. Yeah, I know deep down that it’s a stupid notion. It’s the same colorless, generic popcorn ceiling I’ve woken up to for the last three months.
And yet…
The events of Christmas morning had sapped my strength to such a degree that not only did I remain asleep during the entire ride home, but after Piper kissed me goodbye on my back doorstep, I barely had the presence of mind to undress before collapsing into bed.
Night had long since fallen when I woke up again…sadly, too late to attend any Christmas masses that might have been within biking distance. Determined to keep my promise to Piper, I did the next best thing, something I’d never done before
