Three Second Chances for Christmas

by Rebel Bloom

Jayden at twenty-five would’ve followed Violet, solely to watch her expressions change with her mood. Jayden at thirty-four wasn’t a lost puppy, obsessed with a crazy woman. Not at all.

“Whatever I did to your daughter? One of us hurt her tonight. One of us got up on stage like a couple of fucking circus monkeys and pretended to only have one daughter. One of us has been crushing her fucking spirit for her entire life. If you figure out which one of us hurt your daughter, maybe

you’ll figure out how to be a better mother. Now, I’m going to find your daughter and hopefully stop her from running away from people who love her desperately. Another clue? I don’t mean you or your husband.”