This should have been their first Christmas. It was all he could think about every time he spotted a trimmed tree or a bloke dressed as Santa. This should have been a happy time- And happy as he was to spend another holiday with Scotty, he couldn't help but be slightly heartbroken by it all.
Sara had tried to get him out of bed, but Danny had seen no reason- And soon he was home alone, under the covers and wondering when the pain would just stop. When he would finally move on. ...He had to move on, didn't he? He was still so young, there had to be life after Alex. There had to be.
There was a knock on the door, and he sighed as he pulled the covers over his head.
"No one's home!" he called out, unaware the front door was unlocked and partially open still. Sara wasn't good about locking up.