She felt silly. Sitting in her pajamas Christmas Eve after everyone was gone to bed, she was still up. Since he’d left in the wee hours of the morning, Grier hadn’t heard a thing from Nick, despite him telling her he would check in as often as he could.
She missed him. Everything felt wrong without him here with her.
“Grier,” Twilla’s voice called out from the shadow of the hall.
Christmas Eve, Twila, and Curly always spent the night as did her grandparents. Sissy and her family would be along in the morning, after Honey opened her presents. They would have breakfast together and then spend the day preparing dinner and being a family.
“Hey,” she smiled as she hugged a mug of cocoa and stared out the window into the back yard. The moon was up, not as bright as the first night she and
