Chapter 19
BlairI rattled upstairs with the gift bags – nothing too expensive – and swallowed a mouthful of drool at the divine smells from the kitchen. Chef had made her special pancakes again, god, I could just tell, and I hadn’t eaten in what felt like forever.
Hunger or not, I couldn’t risk running into Mom right now. I wasn’t ready to broach the topic we’d left off last night. And tomorrow was Christmas. It was supposed to be happy.
Tomorrow it’s all over. That’s all that matters. It’ll be done, and I’ll be free to do what I want to do for a change. Pity, all I wanted to do of late was Samson.
I entered our guestroom and dropped the packages beside the dresser. Samson’s bag was zipped up neatly in the corner, next to the entrance and the man himself was nowhere in sight.
I sighed
