Keira started laughing at the absurd Santa and couldn’t stop. It was so Zoe, so Blighty, so much of everything she’d come to love. The old Keira, the Keira that had woken in the forest, no longer existed. She’d grown. The dislodged part of her snapped back into place, and just like that, she felt like she was home again. Even if home meant a suspicious Santa Clause peering up at her from her sweater.
