Chapter 47

Mérida’s POV

Christmas, Christmas came into our lives like a hurricane. My favorite time of the year is not this one; I actually hate Christmas. My family has always despised it. I remember my father died around this time. I know that for many people, Christmas is the most beautiful time of the year, but it’s not the case for me.

After my mother married a new man, I was devastated until I eventually realized that Pedro wasn’t so bad. He always cared for Mom, made sure she ate, and that we were all well. Today, I had decided to go see them. I would return to Las Vegas for a few days; my absence in this house wouldn’t hurt anyone. Talking to William about what happened was good for me; it made me feel more relaxed.

The arrangement I have with him began when Pedro went into a crisis. I never told William that he’s not my biological father, but by now, he must have some idea of what’s going on. I’ve called him “father” since Mom told me he would be the man taki