CHAPTER 3
Spencer
The stunning ten-foot tree stood proudly in the bay window, casting its colors out onto the fresh snowdrifts on the deck. Ornaments from my childhood hung from the branches with their memories of simpler, happier times. I reached out to touch my favorite, an ages-old Santa, minus his arms, but it still had its red twist-tie legs and little pink face. It was the ugliest thing, but it had belonged to my dad, and I wouldn’t dream of not hanging it on the tree. I had placed our old silk tree skirt around the bottom to cover the stand and chuckled at the missing bits of white fur that outlined its edges. Lloyd had attacked and removed chunks of it before I could catch him. I knew I had to keep an eye on that little devil. I planned to pay him back by making him wear a sparkl
