The elf paid, Caleb carefully opened the commemorative photo frame and stared at his daughter’s bottomless well of a mouth, her eyes pinched shut, the sound of her screams seeming to blur the space around her body. It was beautiful. It was chaotic and shocking and reverberated long after the Fangs had left Santa Land. It was, Caleb realized, talking so quickly that Camille almost couldn’t understand him, art.
