XI
Family and Special Moments
“We’ll see each other the day after Christmas,” Mark said in an attempt to sound optimistic.
“I know,” moaned Heather, her eyes on the ceiling. “Just sucks we couldn’t get together before Christmas, that’s all.”
Cradling the cell phone in her hand, Heather rolled onto her side. The hotel room lay bathed in lights originating from outside her window and she stared at the reflections on the pane. Prepared for bed, she had just turned out the light when Mark called. Rather than endure the depressing sight of the generic hotel room, Heather had opened the heavy drapes covering the window. The glow of the evening lights added to the comforting sound of Mark’s deep voice.
“Yeah, it does,” he conceded. “But my flight tomorrow leaves an hour before you even retur
