"Connor loved Christmas." Zoe whispered. "He loved it so much. E-every Christmas morning, he was up first. Without fail. And, and he would come wake me up, drag me downstairs with stars in his eyes, whispering to me that Santa had come."
Zoe couldn't stop her laugh. Her cheeks felt wet, her eyes blurry. "God, I don't know why I'm thinking of this now." She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "It was so many years ago."
"Grief brings out the best memories, Zoe." Alana said softly. "But moving on from those memories and cherishing them for what they are is sometimes the best thing we can do."
"I know grief, okay?" Zoe said. "And I, I tried to move on. But every time I think I finally have, I let it sink in that... I'm never going to see him again."
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