Sophie struggled to steady herself as she maneuvered the Christmas tree down the narrow attic stairs. Her arms ached, and every step reminded her of how different this holiday season would be.
This was their first Christmas without Frank. The house, once filled with his warm laugh and the scent of his cinnamon-scented coffee, now felt far too quiet.
As she set the tree down in the living room, Sophie wiped her forehead and let out a small sigh. Matthew, her seven-year-old son, deserved a magical Christmas, even if she didn’t feel like celebrating.
The twinkle of excitement in his eyes every December had always been contagious. Frank would have wanted her to keep that alive for him.
The past few months had been tough for Sophie, especially with her mother-in-law, Rachel, trying to take Matthew away.
After weeks of tense arguments, Sophie had convinced Rachel to back down, but the conflict had left scars.