Claire Dane’s POV
Christmas Eve arrives quietly. This morning, I made breakfast, and both Daniel and his father left soon afterward to drop off his grandmother’s present. I know it’s also a way for Daniel to see his mother because Jeremy knows he wants to see her.
Last night I slept in one bedroom- the smaller one, while both father and son shared the bigger one, which opens up into the main living area. Jeremy had left only for a few minutes just to return to his mother’s driveway to bring the Range Rover closer to the pool house, bringing our bags in. He’d taken all the bags that were mine into the room I occupied.
Yes, I had been so exhilarated that I grinned while trying on shoes and clothing in private, too restless with it to simply put them away. Memories of the day fill me. Dani
