Book Six: Chapter 154

Her eyes slid over to the second column, the breath suddenly leaving her body. If this gift had been intended for someone else, then she was heartbroken for them, knowing it had never been delivered. It would be a special kind of cruelty, one that would force her to confront Santa and demand answers should she ever meet him. And if it was for her...

Then she still wanted some fucking answers. Written in that second column in golden calligraphy were two words with a tiny splotch of moisture beneath as if the record keeper had shed a single tear upon writing them.

Adoption Papers

It didn’t take her long to manipulate the spotlight, cranking it through its different positions. She turned it so fast that the harsh rustling of wood on pallets caught her attention. Gazing out into the darkness, she could barely make out the shifting mounds of undelivered presents. While she turned the dial, they would arbitrarily reorganize themselves.

When she clicked on th