Chapter 1:
Thursday, November 28
I hate Christmas. Let me just tell you that now, so you understand later. I love the sound, and the light, and the love and everything as much as the next guy, but it all reminds me of my mother. Wait, wait, wait, I should explain why.
It was Christmas eve, a year ago, at 11:00 PM. My dad had just come home, in a drunken stupor. Mom asked why he was home so late, and he mumbled something about work. This wasn’t the first time. My mom and I both knew that he was lying about work, after all, nobody has work on christmas. So, since they both had iPhones, she opened ‘Find My Friends’, which is