2 septembre 2026

The Last Christmas He Ever Controlled

I straightened

Not quickly. Not dramatically.

Just… completely.

“Set those down,” I said.

My voice wasn’t loud. That’s what made it land.

Curtis frowned, like he hadn’t heard me correctly. Like the script had just changed and no one had given him the updated version.

“What?”

“The bags,” I repeated. “Put them on the table.”

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