My parents texted me, “The Christmas party has been canceled. Don’t come, my love.” They had no idea I was standing right outside the door, watching them and my sister raise a glass and say, “Merry Christmas—it’s so much better without So

swept across the snow—another car arriving.

He stepped closer and lowered his voice.

“Tonight isn’t just Christmas,” he said. “It’s the night your family finds out what they’ve been living on.”

I swallowed. “What are you talking about?”

David’s gaze was steady, almost kind. “Sophia,” he said, “do you know who actually owns this house?”

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