Until December

Like my boys, December has become vital to me, a living, breathing extension of my heart, a part of me that I know I wouldn’t be able to live without.

“No way, it’s true. You’re both nuts,” he keeps whispering, and I hear my dad chuckle and Gareth make a noise like he’s trying not to.

I turn to look at Mitchell.

“I’ve got your back.” He gives my shoulder a squeeze then opens his door and hops out,