Remember how I was complaining about the lack of snow in my area? Well, I don’t regret it at all. The snow is up to my fucking waist and I am so happy. James and Casey are complaining about having to shovel just to get to the end of the driveway, but I am just so excited to make up for lost time.
All those bodies I can
hide. All the death by exposure excuses for the coroner. All the white out
conditions that can blindside a victim at three in the afternoon.
I’m like a kid at Christmas.
Speaking of Christmas.
I think this will be the
first year in a long time that I haven’t spent it with my parents. Though, I
honestly can’t remember what I did last Christmas since this entire god damn
year has taken three decades off of everyone’s lives. I can barely tell you
what I did a few months ago.
Oh no wait, I can: I
was running with Heather all over the country trying to catch a woman that I
don’t entirely believe existed in the first place.
Never quite going to
be over how badly I let myself believe there were still monsters out in the world.
That paranoia and obsession took hold of me so easily but the truth is: I’m
still the scariest thing out there. I let Heather get to me because I trusted
her and I wanted to believe that there was still more adventure to be had.
James pointed out that
maybe I like being in danger. I like having people after me. I asked me if I
like being scared. I was going to tell him that he was crazy for even thinking
it but honestly… it was just nice to have something to do. You know, I was going
stir crazy all year, trying to piece my family back together after Jason left.
Having this other thing to focus on – this villain outside the home – helped me
refocus.
But I still can’t remember
what I did last Christmas. As it is: my parents can’t come over so it’ll just
be the three of us. I want to reach out to Jason (even just a phone call to wish
him a Merry Christmas would be better than not seeing him at all) but I don’t
know where he is.
I could find him, if I
wanted. I could track him down and confront him or make him come home. It’d be
very easy.
But he left for a
reason. And I will not lose another child if I don’t have to.
So this year, it’ll
just be the three of us. And it’s enough.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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