At least, that was what I believed until Christmas Day when the world I knew crumbled to pieces.
Andrea, I need to tell you something,” Shawn began, nervously tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter. “My boss called. I need to go to Boston for an unexpected client emergency.”
“During Christmas?” I asked, my eyes widening in disbelief.
“You’ve never had to travel on Christmas before,” I said, curling my hands around my coffee mug for warmth. “Isn’t there someone else who can handle it?”
I promise I’ll make it up to you. We’ll celebrate our own Christmas together when I get back.”
I attempted a smile, but I couldn’t shake the heavy disappointment in my chest. “When are you leaving?”
“Tonight. I’m so sorry, honey.”
