An old, familiar ache tried to work its way into Sarah’s chest. She sure wished she could make Gregory see what his extra job was doing to his son Hunter. Surely if he saw the effect, he would quit. Why waste time working for gifts that would mean nothing to the boys after the first five minutes? What was truly important was time with family. Because it could be taken away at any time. She looked at her calendar and counted dated blocks.Twelve days until Christmas Eve and their pageant. Twelve days…. An idea began to blossom. She took a deep breath as she envisioned those empty blocks on her calendar and began to brainstorm ideas. But could she pull it off? It would take a lot of strength to spend that kind of time around Gregory. Strength she might not have right now. Hunter’s sad, angry face flashed through her mind. Yes, she had to do it. For Hunter.
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