Chapter 69 Merry Christmas (2)

• Christie
• It took me a whole minute to come to, maybe a little more than that. I felt like I was back in high school, in the boys' locker room, watching two hot football players change. Only I was standing in my father's old farmhouse, and they were my brothers—well, stepbrothers. The distinction was important.
• "Are you okay, Christie?" My father's wife had stepped forward, peering at me with a look of concern on her face.