ALAN
I must be dreaming.
My house looks like a f*****g circus. I get down from my car, seeing red. The security in front of the house shift their feet uncomfortably.
“What the hell happened here?” I glance around again, my eyes meeting the fake snow, wreath and snowmen that litter around. My door’s freaking sprayed, too. My fists clench as voices of Rose and Ethan floods my head. They were only allowed to put up one tree and a few lights, and they did it joyfully.
Ethan never wants to decorate with me since then, and thank f*****g God.
I turn back to James, my security, and I ask again through gritted teeth, “What the f**k happened here, James?”
“The nanny.” He answers with a sigh. “Thelma tried to tell her off it, but she went ahead to get these decorations and put them up. They’ve
