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Saraphina I put Josie down for her nap before I need to go to the hotel for two back-to-back meetings, knowing it’s the last ones before I get a four-day weekend. I know today’s Christmas eve, but I didn’t want to have to work the day after Christmas, as I plan to spend those four days focusing on Josie. As she sleeps, I open the manila envelope Jake sent, and find a letter from him: Sara, I’m sorry we’re not there. Somethings come up, and we’re all lying low. I sent gifts from Ace and I to the family. Don’t worry, I labeled the boxes to make your life easier. Ace feels terrible that he got arrested at your house. He was set up, and we have a lawyer working on proving it, but for now, can you just keep his bike in your garage? I’m sure he put the cover on it. Give Josie a kiss from her uncles. You’re not as alone as you may think sis. Merry Christmas. The money in this envelope is solely for you and Josie. I love you, sis.

Saraphina I bought Josie three dresses for today, because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best. Now, I’m packing two of them as she’s been having blow outs lately, and I want to be able to have her in a Christmas dress for the day. I’m praying she won’t have a blow out, but who knows what will happen. “We’ll open your gifts from your uncles with Daddy tonight,” I tell Josie. There is no way I’m packing four boxes of gifts into my car, for her to open with my parents, just to drag them all back here on top of everything from my folks, Bryson, and his mom. I put the few items I got my parents into my car while she was taking her morning nap, then I put the two gifts I got Bryson from her in the car as well, because if I don’t my mom will start. I simply changed the name tags to read Daddy instead of Bryson from Josie. Once Josie is packed up in the car, we drive to the hotel, park and enter. Bryson is at the front desk working when I bring Josie i

Bryson I return downstairs to find Ace playing with Josie. I walk into the kitchen and begin preparing the meal I’m thinking she wanted to make based on the ingredients she took out. I tried so hard not to listen to her conversation with Ace, but when she began yelling at him, I ended my call with my mom to help Saraphina. She’s so guarded because of that man, and now she feels exposed and alone because her mother doesn’t see anything wrong with her actions. “How much has she told you about Zander?” Ace asks leaning against the counter as I chop the vegetables. “Some. I’m sorry, but if you’re looking for information about her, you’re talking to the wrong person. She’s scared, you don’t see how that man looks at her still. This is the third time he’s shown up looking for her, but only the second time he’s seen her.” “I know he’s hit her, but she won’t say it.” “I can’t speak on what she’s lived through. All I can do i

Ace “I told Jake how Mom told Zander. How she’s been in contact with him again. I’m still reeling from the sheer fact that after she watched that video…” I stopped talking mid-sentence when I see a car pull across her driveway. It’s not Bryson’s truck. I sit up to see who’s getting out when the driver’s side door opens. When I see it’s that fucker Zander, I stand up grabbing the nearest thing to me that I can swing. My tire iron is always sticking out of my tool kit. “Get her inside, now Sara. And whatever you hear, you stay inside.” I walk down the driveway towards Zander. He had the fucking balls to follow her home, now he’s going to learn who he’s fucking with. “Sara!” Zander calls before he sees me. As I stalk towards him, he freezes in his spot. “I need to speak to Sara.” “You don’t fucking get to speak to Sara,” I tell him swinging the tire iron like it’s a bat towards his head. He ducks and falls backwards. “What did I

Bryson I wake up alone in my one-bedroom apartment with a sigh. It’s my only day off for the week, and it’s the only day I seem to spend alone. I don’t want to have to come home every Saturday night, but I don’t want to ask to stay and have her push me away. I’ve been in love with Saraphina Morgan for a year now, and I finally have a chance to be with her. I know she’s broken, and I’m hoping I can provide her with the support she needs to heal. I’m working through some of my own insecurities my ex-wife caused me, but I don’t want to put them on Sara with how fragile she is. Her birthday is in two weeks, and I want to make it special. The only problem is, she hasn’t fully told me what she prefers for a date night, but after yesterday’s conversation, I’m wondering if she even knows that answer. He ignored her for so long, it could be possible she doesn’t recall a preference aside from being seen. This year needs to be different for her. I need to p