“Yup! Daddy got me her when I broke my arm last year. He said she was magical and she’d make me feel better, and she looked like a pretty ballerina he knew. That’s why I knew that Santa could make Ashlyn come to life and marry Daddy.” A rush of heat rolls over me with understanding. “She already existed! He just had to find her again.” A ballerina he knew. “When did you break your arm again?” I ask, trying to be casual. “Uh, I don’t know. The beginning of the year. I was with Grandma and Grandpa at their mountain house, and I slipped on ice.
