Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

That same head sent blessings her way, and the girl's gentle, serene voice seemed to carry a hint of laughter.

In Owen Reynolds' mind, an image surfaced: her, holding her phone, a slight smile on her face as she wished him a Merry Christmas.

Fireworks exploded, illuminating her smiling profile.

It must have been beautiful.

On Christmas, Roseanne was allowed to sleep in until eleven.

Sunlight crept up the windowsill, its brightness seeping through the curtains. She opened her drowsy eyes to see the shadows of tree branches, cast like dancing claws on the fabric.

Is the sun out?!

Sitting up, she yawned, walked to the window, and with a swoosh, drew the curtains back.

Sure enough, daylight glittered on the snow-capped mountains in the distance, blindingly bright.

Norris and Madge were in the yard, reading books and basking in the sun.

Norris, ever so attentive, knew Roseanne had woken up the moment he heard the window open. As a teacher, he always had a strict sense of time and disapproved of Roseanne's habit of sleeping in.

and said, "It's all your mother's doing, sleeping till this hour, meals all out of whack, do you even care

these days, no regard for their health. Wait till you're older, then

stop nagging? She's graduated, not your student anymore. It's the first day of the year, let her sleep in, will

your old-fashioned father. There's breakfast on

Roseanne smiled, "Got it."

high in the sky, after breakfast, she joined

this tea? It smells

not overpowering, with a subtle hint of date reminiscent of fine pastries,

།

white tea Halley Cole left us a few years back," Norris took a sip,

son from

you didn't

many girls her age, Roseanne favored milkshakes and fruit teas over the

like it before,

drinking, so she tried to get him to switch from

drinking, but she ended

Madge, sensing something, frowned

Norris