Chapter 59 Back To December [Titania]

• It's been two months since Uncle Patrick was attacked. I can finally say those words, and think about that event without it scaring me, without breaking down in fright and tears. Winter arrived two days earlier, and every surface is covered with soft, snow flakes — rooftops, car roofs, the road — everywhere. Winter is my favourite season, a huge reason is because it coincides with Christmas. The air is different, wholesome, sugary, and filled with festive gaiety and promise.
• “What are you thinking about? Come on now, wear me the damn coat, princess.”
• I chuckle.