17. Christmas Wish
17 Christmas Wish Emilia lay in bed, blinking to adjust her eyes to the darkness. Jacob’s breathing was deep and even. She rolled over as slowly as she could, lifting his hand gently away from her shoulder. She bit her lips to stifle her gasp as her feet touched the freezing floor. Jacob had left his socks by the door. Emilia slipped them on before carefully opening the door to the living room. The tree sparkled with tiny starlights that made even the dullest of the spoons glint. The tree was beautiful, even if there weren’t fancy decorations. They had made it themselves. And it was something normal. “Inluesco.” A ball of shining blue light appeared in her palm. If she could make cookies or muffins or something, they would have a treat for Christmas morning. Then presents. She would
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