Wow—my mom was being particularly harsh to my sister on the phone. I was relieved when my own phone rang, and that she heard. Mom turned and looked at me. “I’ve got to go. Have a nice time.” She disconnected the call and let out a deep breath. “How long have you been standing there, Cassidy?”
I didn’t answer my phone because it was Lucy, probably wondering if I died while she was waiting for me to call her back. In light of what had been happening around town recently, you might think that’s a little harsh, but it’s true. Lucy would’ve asked that. “Long enough,” I admitted. “I tried to let you know I was here, but you seemed busy.”
Mom let out a sigh. “Your sister isn’t planning on coming home for Christmas.”
I know my eyebrows shot up so high they probably ended up on the back of my head. “Not at all?”
Her shoulders hunched. “I
“Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” was a force to be reckoned with. It followed me in from Lucy’s mom’s SUV, and now it was making my orange chicken taste a little sour. Lucy didn’t seem to mind, though, as her head bopped back and forth to the tune, and she manipulated her chopsticks like she’d been using them her whole life. I preferred a fork, and right now, I was contemplating shoving it into my eye. This song needed to stop.“I hope my mom didn’t get lost,” Lucy giggled. “Either that, or she accidentally stumbled into Sephora on her way to the car.” Mrs. Burk, who never seemed to eat anything, had given us some money for lunch and said she’d be back later under the guise of taking the bags to the car, though I agreed with Luce; she was probably shopping again by now.“So… how’s your sister?” Lucy asked, taking a slurp of her pop. “When will she be home?&rd
“You really do need to tell me what’s up with that,” I said, gathering up my trash and placing it on top of my mostly empty plate.Lucy took my tray like she was the waitress and stepped over to dump it into a nearby trash can before she returned to the table. Now that Liam was gone, and without her mother in sight, she sat back down. “I just don’t like him,” she replied with a shrug, pulling her phone out of her pocket.I knew Lucy well enough to know that there was more to it than she was letting on, but I didn’t question her further. Regardless of what Liam had just said about me, Lucy was gorgeous. She has long, dark-blonde hair that flows past her waist and bright blue eyes. She complains that her nose is too small, but I think it’s perfect. He could’ve just as easily have been talking about her being the prettiest girl in the mall.“Em said she wishes she would’ve come with us. Her dad is tr
We went to church on Christmas Eve like we have every year for as long as I can remember, but my mom was solemn the entire time, and I couldn’t really blame her. Even though I hoped my sister was having a good time on her date, I also missed her desperately. There was something missing when Cadence wasn’t there, not just on the outside, but on the inside as well. It was as if part of my heart had been stolen away from me. I tried not to think of the dangers she might be in, the threats that might come up against her because of her new situation, and focus instead on how happy she seemed to be, whatever she was these days.I’d wrapped the gift I’d purchased for Elliott but didn’t bother to put it under the Christmas tree. He wasn’t coming for Christmas either, obviously, if my sister wasn’t even going to make it home. I slipped it onto the top shelf of my closet, thinking he might show up sometime, sooner or later. He had sent me a tex
The house seemed quieter than usual when I opened my eyes just before dawn. There was a moment when it hadn’t quite registered that it was Christmas morning. Once I realized it was the most magical day of the year, my first instinct was to run next door and pounce on my sister so we could race each other down the stairs like we used to do when we were little. But everything came flooding back, hitting me like a ton of bricks, and I remembered, not only was Cadence not there, Cadence wasn’t really Cadence anymore, either, at least not the one I’d known back when both of us believed the only person who might be wandering around on our roof at night wore a big red suit instead of black leather.Nevertheless, I had made a Christmas wish, and I wanted to see if there was any chance of it coming true. So… dressed in my festive Christmas pajamas, the ones my mom had given me the night before, I tossed the covers off, slipped my feet into my Mukluks, and went
I think some of the statements I’m glossing over here may have actually shocked Cadence a little bit because her eyes were wide and no longer threatening tears. She agreed with me, though, and then she began to giggle, which made me happy. I was glad she could find me amusing even when she was obviously having a rough time. It made me want to go find Aaron McReynolds and kick him in his smug little overly-attractive face.Before any of us could say more, the stairs behind us creaked, and I could hear my mom’s voice wondering aloud, “Who is Cassidy talking to?” I found it hard not to laugh that she couldn’t figure it out, but then, it wasn’t like we didn’t have all sorts of “people” sneaking in and out of our house at all times of the day and night.Cadence managed to pull her legs out of the throw she’d had over top of her and swivel around so she could get up before I even fully turned my body. I caught Ellio
My dad came in with three cups of coffee and exclaimed, “Let the Christmas present opening begin!” He handed one to Elliott and one to my mom, and I wondered if he forgot that Cadence is also an adult.She was back now, looking kinda cute in her PJs, even though I could tell she was embarrassed. “Oh, don’t you look darling!” my mom exclaimed, making Elliott choke on his coffee before he agreed. My dad said nothing, only chuckled, and I decided I’d had about enough of their stalling.“Can we open our stockings now, pretty please?” I asked, taking advantage of my non-coffee-drinking childhood.“Yes, you may,” my mom said, emphasizing what she considered to be correct grammar, and I approached the mantle, handing my sister her stocking before I took mine.“I guess Santa knew where I’d be at this morning after all,” Cadence mumbled, her voice sounding a little sad. We cross
Once my parents were settled in front of the TV in the living room, my dad reading the paper and my mom crocheting, I headed to the kitchen, looking for something to do, and decided I could empty the dishwasher since my mom and sister had done the dishes earlier. I’d just pulled out my mom’s heavy serving platter when Elliott’s voice startled me. It slipped from my fingers, but before it could hit the ground, he dashed across the room and caught it.I looked up in awe. He’d crossed about ten feet in less than a second, faster than gravity. I stared at him as we both clutched the dish. “How did you…?”He didn’t answer. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, taking it from me and opening the correct cabinet and sliding it inside exactly where it belonged.“It’s okay,” I mumbled, turning back to the dishwasher. “I guess I should be used to that now. I’ve seen it enough ti
The next morning, I took my time getting up, showering, dressing, and hauling myself down the stairs. Christmas magic was long since gone, and I looked at the Christmas tree with disdain, wishing it would fold up its branches and put itself away.My parents were in the kitchen, chatting with Elliott over leftover cinnamon rolls. They all greeted me when I came in, but I proceeded to march to the coffeemaker with little more than a mumble in their general direction. I poured a steaming cup of joe, added almost half as much cream, two cubes of sugar, and stirred it up. I’d never drank coffee before, but I had decided I was an adult now, and adults drank coffee.It was awful. I almost gagged it tasted so bad. Despite my attempt to make it sweet, it was bitter and gritty. I wanted to dump it down the sink, but I couldn’t let them through my façade, so I took my steaming cup of poo into the living room and found a seat by the window, staring out into the