“I wake to the sound of my name and a kiss. Oh, and a sharp pain in my temple. I struggle to open my eyes but everything hurts. I bury my face in the pillow. “Ruthie, you awake?” Carter whispers. I shake my head. “I’m headed to the gym. Thought maybe you could give me a ride.” I roll over and open one eye. “I’m pretty sure I’d fail a sobriety test.” “Can I take your car?” I try to nod but my head aches with each movement. “Keys are in my bag.” “Thanks,” he says, kiss...ing my forehead. “Get some sleep. Love you.” * “Happy Christmas Eve!” my mother sings when I walk into the kitchen several hours later. She’s standing at an ironing board, pressing the wrinkles out of a red and green table cloth. My sister grunts and hands me a cup of coffee.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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