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Savannah
December 24, 2017
“This is the last one,” my mom said.
She dropped a box at my feet, and I stared at the half-dozen of them in dismay.
“How do I have this much stuff?”
“Beats me, but I want it out of my house.”
“Just throw it all away. I clearly haven’t missed it.”
My mom gave me the look.
“Your cheerleading jacket? Your high school yearbooks? The dance trophies?”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “I’ll go through it all.”
“Good. Now, are you sure about mass? We’re not leaving until Steph shows. You still have time to change your mind.”
I wrinkled my nose. The last thing that I wanted to do was go to Christmas Eve mass at the cathedral where Ash and Cole had fought on the church steps. No, thanks. I’d be shocked if I ever stepped foot inside that place again.
“I’m going to pass.
