Claire Dane’s POV
Me? No. “I don’t think my ex is evil.” Why isn't he saying ‘Merry Christmas’ to me? Is he this boring type that is cold towards holidays? Who treats holidays like obligations instead of moments? The kind of man who stands at a distance from celebration, all restraint and control, as if warmth is something he only allows in measured doses? It doesn’t fit him, and yet the silence makes me wonder if Christmas just… doesn’t touch him the way it does everyone else.
“Then it’s me.”
Of course, it’s him because it cannot be his son.
“I want to tell you something, Claire,” he plows on. “It’s not ideal for Christmas conversation, but it needs to be done.” He pushes aside his coffee mug. Taking a deep breath and smiling when he takes in the ham.
“Shoot.” Ah, bad word consideri
