Brad
At exactly twelve on the dot, the designer arrived. Mia looked genuinely excited as she disappeared into the meeting room to choose her dress, and for a moment, everything felt… normal. Good, even.
Tonight is the night I’ve been waiting for. Every year around Christmas there’s a charity event for children in need—this year, specifically for kids without families. The ones who won’t wake up to presents under a tree or handwritten notes from Santa.
I may be an asshole. I’ve made my share of questionable decisions. But kids? They’ve always been my weak spot. If I can give them something—anything—then I’ve done one thing right.
I’m setting the phone back into its cradle when there’s a knock at my office door. Instinctively, a smile tugs at my mouth—an unsettling habit I’ve developed t
