IN A MORNING
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, pulling me from the warmth of the blankets. I sat up, rubbing my eyes as Xavier walked past the bedroom door, already dressed and heading toward the front door.
"Who’s that so early?" I mumbled, following him.
As he opened the door, the sight that greeted us made my heart swell. Standing on the porch was his grandmother, bundled up in a thick coat, her eyes sparkling with warmth. Beside her was Terrence, his arm slung casually around a petite woman with bright eyes and a friendly smile.
"Merry Christmas!" His grandmother exclaimed, stepping inside and pulling Xavier into a tight hug.
"Grandma." Xavier said, his voice softening as he returned the embrace.
"Terrence." I said with a smile, steppi
