LOGINSebastianI had already spent my time working since last night, even though earlier I had enjoyed a wonderful Christmas Eve with Cassandra and Miles, taking photos together, photos I kept staring at over and over.Before the day even changed, Alden called me with a voice full of chaos. Those business people really were bastards. They tried to mess everything up on a pleasant Christmas day.My anger was overwhelming, I wanted to go there myself and tear their mouths apart. There were traitors within my family’s business.I was certain that some of them were still hiding, and no matter what, I would find them and give them a very severe punishment. Not only that, they deserved to be hurt again and again.Dragging me into trouble and keeping me from enjoying this time, absolute scum.The burden I carried on this peaceful day wasn’t over yet. Grandpa called me, so I didn’t have time to go home and ended up having breakfast with him and Mother instead.“Merry Christmas, Sebastian,” her voi
CassandraI couldn’t help the heavy feeling weighing on my heart slowly fading away. A nice day like Christmas made me feel more at ease, and being near Miles, listening to him talk with Dylan, made me even more relaxed.He had just finished a case there, and I knew he had taken on many cases. All I hoped was that he was doing well.When the phone call ended, Miles got up from the sofa, stretching his body.“Mom, let’s go.”I knew that after talking with Dylan, he had become more excited to do other activities. Today he promised to meet Tucker, they wanted to play at Lake Asborn, which wasn’t far from here.We only needed to walk for about ten minutes to get there. Before we opened the door, the bell rang, startling me. Maybe they had actually come here to pick us up.As I opened the door, a large man in a black fur-lined coat stood there, holding a big gift box.“Sandra Astor?”I nodded.As the man handed me a slip of paper as proof of delivery, I realized someone had sent me a packa
Cassandra“God, thank You for still granting me life, for allowing someone as broken as me to have a child like Miles. This Christmas as well, I am grateful because You have made Miles’s condition even better.”“God, I hope my life from now on will continue to improve and be filled with happiness.”I immediately rose from my kneeling position after praying, then sat on the sofa and gazed at the sky, snow falling outside the window of my room.After finishing all my activities today, I sank into my emotions. There was an understanding within me that I am becoming better, even though this year has truly been full of surprises.I have always tried to keep growing for the better, to endure, and to focus on my son and on the life ahead. At this time, I can do anything by relying on myself.It reminded me of memories of past troubles. I took a deep breath while closing my eyes.Scenes from the past repeating themselves…Something forced my body, making my hands tremble, tightening my breath
CassandraJust by watching the snow continue to fall outside, I can already feel the cold. I know it isn’t as severe as before, but still, I haven’t given Miles permission to go outside.I hold his hand and sit in the living room, where the large Christmas tree glows with its decorative lights. The Christmas atmosphere still feels warm, even though it’s just the two of us.Miles straightens his clothes, a green sweater like a Christmas tree and a red hat. I’m wearing the same as him, making sure that we truly share the same happiness.The Christmas songs we play make the holiday atmosphere even stronger. Since Miles was not even a year old, he has celebrated Christmas with a wide smile. I still remember—back then, he peed on Dylan’s clothes, and everyone laughed at the incident.Now, it’s just the two of us. In front of the Christmas tree, we take photos. It feels a little different, but the two of us remain inseparable.Maybe trying to convince myself that this truly doesn’t affect m
CassandraPreparing for Christmas wasn’t as hectic as in previous years because there were no guests at all to welcome. I mean, not as many as the Kingsley family used to have in the past.Here, I don’t have many friends. Just coworkers who know me on a surface level. Even so, I don’t feel empty at all. I have Miles and Nakka. Genna had to return to her hometown because she needed to see her children and grandchildren.She wanted to stay here, but I encouraged her to go home. Having a family is something wonderful.And to fill my quiet time without any work, aside from playing with Miles, I’ve grown fond of watching dramas on my tablet.Enjoying this calm moment gives me the chance to understand other things. Sometimes, as I watch the drama I’m following, I wonder whether something extraordinary like what happens to them will ever happen to me.I set my tablet down and walk toward the window when something white catches my attention.The first snowfall, so peaceful to look at. My brea
CassandraI had taken care of him for two days, and it felt relieving to finally be free from having to care for him anymore. He had recovered.And all day long, I didn’t see him at all. I managed it very well, leaving before breakfast and coming home earlier than usual, so after playing with Miles, I went straight to my room to rest, and perhaps it could be said that I was hiding from him.I was just a little scared to meet him. Maybe that’s how it could be described.When he hugged me without a shirt on, I could feel his skin so clearly. His strong, warm body, his distinctive scent… ah, I could remember that moment so vividly.Especially his scent, that was what made me unable to trust myself. How could I remember it so clearly, as if it were deeply embedded in my consciousness?I didn’t want to assume that it happened because I still had feelings for him.Unsure of myself, I avoided him. My heart was anxious, it was terrifying to make the same mistake again.Fortunately, until the







