“Hey Gary. This is Mark.” This was a surprise because Mark was the husband of the couple we asked to watch our house and pickup our mail for the week we were to be gone. “Merry, almost-Christmas Mark. What’s up?”
Gazing through the living room window, Jessica lacks the excitement of every other seven-year-old girl she knows. It’s Christmas Eve, and instead of getting into her pyjamas ready for an early night, she has to travel to a cottage in the middle of who knows where—Mum’s idea of the perfect family Christmas.