If her husband had not gone to work that night, he'd be home for Christmas. Dara would still have all their possessions. Their daughter would still have her daddy. The future would still hold hope. But it's Christmas... and a miracle is about to happen.
Do Miracles Still Happen?
Dara was gaining strength daily, and would finish therapy the first week of January and return to work. Disability paid for the basics - lights, phone, water, trash collection, and she'd never bought anything on credit, refusing to dig herself into a hole she'd never escape once it got started.
She went to the closet and pulled down a box with a ball, crayons, paper, and three books. A friend had brought over a few things as well. This wasn't the grand Christmas she had wanted for her daughter, but all the other valuables had been sold. There was nothing left but her wedding ring.
She didn't wear it. Removing it had been part of saying good-bye to Jack.
They said it would help, and it had. Sort of. But not much.
Dara sank into one of the kitchen chairs and put her face in her hands.
Sometime later, when the doorbell rang, she grabbed a paper towel and dried her eyes. The clock over the stove said nine o'clock. Who would be calling at this hour on Christmas Eve? She stuffed the wet towel in her robe pocket on the way to the door.
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God, I’m almost in tears!
Not your typical fare, Kayelle.
This one is unique. Currently, it’s my only contemporary.
Very interesting set-up. Enjoyed the excerpt
Thank you very much, Janet!