Music spilled out the moment Jace opened the door to the main house. The cheerful strings of The Nutcracker, at a guess. Beside him, Tara flinched.
Not a classical music fan? He recalled this had been playing the last several times he’d been in The Grind. Maybe she’d ODed.
Ginny’s giggles carried from the living room.
“We’re ready,” his mother declared.
The little girl stood in front of the fireplace, in a space vacated by the coffee table. Jace’s parents and sister sat lined up in a row on the sofa, a willing audience. Ginny’s shoes were off, her hands held in some dancer’s pose as her head bobbed in time with the music, counting in. The moment she spied her sister, she broke form and raced over.
“Tara! Listen! It’s the ‘Waltz of the Snowflakes’! Dance with me.” She dragged at Tara’s
