After a moment, I added, “I used to watch it every Christmas Eve with my dad. It was his favorite.” We were both quiet for a long moment. “He sounds like a good guy,” Miles said. I smiled. “He was. But do you just think so because he liked the same kid show you do?” His feet nudged mine softly. “If I had my guess, it was his favorite because it was yours.” Warmth spread across my entire body as his words seeped into my heart. In the twenty-five years I’d been alive, never once had that thought crossed my mind. As a kid, I had never questioned my dad’s taste in the movie. Home Alone was pure
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