The first day of Christmas always carried a certain kind of magic in Melody Hart’s small town, Snow Brook Valley. The weather, children laughing a little louder, every house setting up their beautiful Christmas trees. Melody always believed Christmas was magical, it was a time when God grants every single wish you make, to mark his son's birthday.This year, she didn’t feel any of it. The spark, the butterfly in her tummy, it was all gone.She woke to the soft glow of morning light slipping through the curtains and the muffled quiet that came with fresh snowfall. Normally, she would have smiled. Normally, the sight of December decorating the world would have made her heart swell with the childlike excitement she’d never quite outgrown.But this morning, all she felt was emptiness.Her hand reached automatically for the other side of the bed, expecting warmth, expecting familiarity. Instead, cold sheets met her fingertips.He was gone. Again.She blinked at the empty pillow beside her,
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