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Eli looked over the room for a place to sit. It didn’t look much different than when he’d last been there. The Christmas tree was still bare, and boxes still littered the couch. Adeline had mentioned that business in her store had picked up since the film crew had arrived, and he’d discovered her making chocolates a little after five o’clock that morning, which meant little time for decorating.
Rather than move the boxes, he began to unload them. First things first—Christmas music. Oh, right. His phone was at the bottom of a drawer in his trailer. So he hummed instead. “Silent Night” seemed a good one to start with.
He continued the melody as he turned his attention to the Christmas tree. It looked so sad, bare and alone in the corner.
Most of the boxes held lights and ornaments of
