The morning sunlight barely crept through my curtains when a loud clang! Jolted me awake. My heart leaped, and I swung my legs over the bed, blinking at the ceiling.
“What now…” I muttered, pulling on a robe as another metallic crash echoed from below.
Curiosity—and concern—got the better of me. I padded to the second-floor hallway and peered down the hall toward the main room. There, balancing on a tall ladder, was Neil, carefully reaching up to hang Christmas decorations. His concentration was intense, but he still managed a mischievous grin when he noticed me.
“Neil!” I called, raising my voice so he could hear over the clatter. “What on earth are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Good morning, Miss Anna!” he called back, holding a shiny ornament in one hand while grip
