“Merry Christmas,” Hector said, hand stretched out toward me.
I shook it to wish him farewell and walked with him and his submissive to the door. Sierra had fallen asleep sometime in the past hour after Michelle left with her toy. And Heather was barely awake, holding on to Hector’s opposite hand, eyes fluttering closed.
“You did good this year with dinner. Would’ve made Mom proud,” Hector said, glancing behind me at Sierra on the couch. “I know it’s been hard on you since she passed. She was the only real person we all had. But now, you have Sierra.”
After following his gaze, I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, but …”
“But?”
“I didn’t give her the contract,” I said, upset with myself.
“Hey,” Hector said, squeezing my shoulder, “you have time. Don’t rush it.”
“I should’ve,” I said, shaking
