Camila inhaled a deep breath as she parked her car in front of the mansion she used to call home. In retrospect, it was anything but. It was merely a place she slept in but never gave her rest. It was too big, too empty just like the cavern in her chest. Her heart had been with Lauren, wherever she was and it was why she couldn’t give it to Milo.
It wasn’t with her to begin with.
But as she stared at the daunting mansion, she couldn’t find anything in her that connected with it even if she’d lived there for a significant chunk of her life. She faintly registered Elf shrieking his nickname for Mr. Claus and his Uncle Darnell, and Milo’s cautionary words as the woman helped him off his seat and out the car.
“Sofi told me she’s calling you some time today.” Lauren said from the passenger
