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I spent the next week staying at Becca’s, being waited on by her and her new cuddle-buddy. Easton was cute with long blue bangs, freckles, and a fondness for bow ties and suspenders. Both Becca and Easton seemed to tiptoe around me as though I was apt to fall apart any second. And maybe I did that a few times.
My parents and Jake stopped by several times bearing food, including a ton of holiday sweets. My folks begged me to stay with them for the holidays, but I declined. I wasn’t in the mood to be psychoanalyzed by my father. Neither did I feel like being in a house filled with nativity scenes and heralding angels and all that Christmas s**t.
Caden called, and we talked for a while. He was expected to be released from the hospital soon but would be out of commission for a while. His
