Chapter 19

Despite the chill in the air and the snow on the ground, I’m warm. I can’t think of a better way to spend an early December morning than walking with Poe, holding his hand and drinking the cocoa he’s learned to make to perfection. We don’t have to talk; just hearing him breathe next to me is enough.

When we step into the park—it’s not big: a bunch of trees, a playground, and a couple paths where the nearby residents like walking their dogs—and catch sight of the lit Christmas tree, I laugh and bounce on my feet, unable to contain the giddiness any longer. A deep, satisfied sigh escapes me when we stop next to it. Poe releases my hand and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and presses cold lips against my cheek.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” I say.

“I’d do anything for you.”

I nod. I know he would. “Next year, I want a tree.”

“We need a bigger place to live first.”