Elena
"The Grinch has always been your favorite movie." Dad laughs, placing the disc in the DVD player.
"You're right, it has! I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with how his heart grows throughout the movie." My eyes squeeze shut for a second; I said it without thinking. My mind went straight to Mike and the heart that he claims he doesn't have.
Dad hands me a large bowl of fresh popcorn then takes a seat in the Barcalounger with his bowl of popped buttery goodness.
I curl up with a blanket on the couch and start munching on the popped kettle corn. "What time did you say Rachel flies in tomorrow?" he asks, skipping through the previews with the remote.
"5 pm," I answer enthusiastically. I am so ready for her visit.
He pushes the play button; the opening credits fill the
