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.

doing, sleeping till this hour, meals all out of whack, do you even care about your

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

She's graduated, not your student anymore. It's the first day of the year, let

old-fashioned father. There's breakfast on the table

Roseanne smiled, "Got it."

after breakfast, she

what's this tea?

tea cup; the tea had a light, fragrant aroma, not overpowering, with a subtle hint of date reminiscent of fine pastries, rich and unique in

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years back," Norris took a sip, smacking

Cole, the only son from

thought you

many girls her age, Roseanne favored milkshakes and fruit teas over the slightly bitter, acquired taste of pure

right? I didn't like

couple of years ago, Murray was always drinking, so she tried to get him to switch

drinking, but she ended up falling in love with tea

Madge, sensing something, frowned

Norris a