Charlotte stared into the box in the spare room. To one side was a small collection of Christmas cards inside a plastic sleeve. Before she could change her mind, Charlotte grabbed them from the box and returned to the kitchen, where a half-finished cup of coffee cooled on the counter.
She’d slept so well last night. Yes, there were some concerns, mostly around Sid, but those paled against the incredible outpouring of support for the Forest family from so many people in the community.
Now mid-morning, Charlotte had a few hours before heading up to Rosie’s place for dinner. Something led her to open that box again. She wasn’t ready to go through the whole thing, but she wanted to look at these cards. The coffee was awful now, so she made another, then took it and the cards out on the balco
