“Very nice.” Pamela smiles before I can say anything. “You did a good job with the gingerbread.” “Thank you.” Alice’s voice cracks. Aw, fuck. I know I was being tough but— One of Alice’s hands releases its death grip on her skirt, and she reaches up to brush across her cheek. My chest tightens. Is she— Alice sniffles. And a jolt of pain shoots down my spine. She’s crying. My Alice. My beautiful Christmas Miracle is crying. And I’m the cause.
