GRIFFIN’S POV
“Why are the f*****g roads so busy? I would think that everyone is sitting home having Christmas parties or shit.” I say, agitated to Mia, who is looking out the window.
“Is everything ok?”
“Mmm, yes sorry.”
“I asked if everything is ok?”
“Yes, I was just thinking about Christmas, and how my mother used to make big family dinners and an enormous Christmas tree, and the entire neighborhood kids would play ball in the street. I placed my hand on her leg, squeezing it, hoping to ease the tension she’s feeling. I know she misses her Mother and Father, I can see it in her beautiful yet sad expression.
“I’m ok,” she assures me, placing her hand on top of mine. I adore how she always pretends to be strong, but sometimes it annoys the s**t out of me.
“Finally,” I said wh
