“Bria, wake up!” Quinn’s voice rang out through the room. “Did you see him? Did you see Santa Claus?” she asked, practically jumping on top of me.
I rubbed my eyes. Jonah lay next to me, unchanged. I sat up and spun to face Quinn. Her parents, sister, JP, and grandmother were with her.
Quint placed a log on the embers of the dying fire and began examining Jonah, his green eyes matching his son’s. Charlotte knelt beside him and kissed his forehead.
“No, no, I didn’t see him,” I said, yawning.
“He was here! He was here!” she yelled.
“He was?” I asked, watching her excitement. Her black hair stood out in the sea of blonde and light brown hair of the rest of her family.
“Yes, see?” she said, coming toward me while opening her hand. Her dark eyes sparkled. There was a small cloth bag tied
