William's POVAbby was finally asleep.She had insisted she wasn't tired—claimed she could stay up all night, even help Santa when he came. But ten minutes after she got under the covers, she was out cold. I quietly pulled the blanket up around her shoulders and turned off the lights in her room, leaving only the nightlight glowing in the corner.When I stepped back into the living room, Shirley was still sitting on the rug, cross-legged, surrounded by torn wrapping paper, ribbon scraps, and a few stray cookie crumbs. She was flipping through the journal I'd given her, running her fingers over the embossed cover.The tree lights blinked softly in the corner, casting a warm glow across her face. She looked calm in a way I hadn't seen in a long time—like the weight she carried every day had been set down, just for a little while.I sat down beside her and reached for my gift again—a vintage mechanical watch she'd somehow found. I hadn't said much when I opened it earlier, but I think sh
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