My parents said, “We’re doing a small Christmas — just close family.” The next morning, I saw photos: 38 people. Even my ex was there.

the house looked hungover. Garbage bags leaned beside the garage. A half-deflated Santa collapsed in the yard. Through the front window, I could see people walking around wearing coats. Without power, there was no heat. Without internet, the children had no television. Without Mason’s phone, he was apparently trapped in real conversation.

My mother continue reading …