Let It Snow

by Cassie Cross

You’re my best girl, that’s not gonna change.”

He shrugs, seeming a little embarrassed. “Because you make it. Everything’s better when you’re involved.”

I wanted to stay for you,” he says, shaking his head. “I almost did.”

“I have eyes, baby. I see the way you look at each other.” “How long have you known?” She shrugs. “Years?”

“It’s our place,” he says. “Whether you live there or not. You always have a home with me, Ames.”

Inside is a delicate glass heart ornament, with the same picture inside that I’ve just given to him. In swooping script along the edge of the heart is: Our First Christmas.