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Chapter Twelve

It felt strange to wake up in a different house on Christmas Day, and Megan had spent numerous Christmas Days there before, so she couldn’t imagine how Skye was feeling. She tapped on her old bedroom door gently, pushing the door open. Skye was sitting in the middle of the bed, duvet wrapped around her, holding her Christmas stocking. She grinned as Megan entered the room, and waved her stocking above her head like a trophy. Megan dragged her own in, and sat on the bed.

‘Share some of that duvet, would you? It’s freezing!’ She snuggled in next to her daughter, kissing her cheek. ‘Merry Christmas, poppet.’

‘Merry Christmas, Mum!’ Skye whispered back, then paused. ‘How do we do it this year? I bet Grandma and Granddad don’t have champagne for breakfast.’

‘Well, maybe we should introduce them to it, sharing traditions? I know Grandma went out and especially got you some elderflower fizzy, because you said you liked it.’