Mickey's Twice Upon A Christmas Max Novels & Stories

I unpacked my tools, set up my supplies, and threw myself into the work. It felt good to focus on something concrete. Stripping wallpaper, repairing drywall, applying fresh coats of paint. The repetitive nature of it quieted my mind. But it didn't stop me from missing Christopher. On the second day, flowers arrived. The delivery guy seemed confused, checking the address twice before handing me a massive arrangement of white roses. Robin Maximus? he asked. That's me. The card tucked inside read: "Thinking of you. The apartment feels empty without you. - C"