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.

lifted his tea cup, took a sip, and said, "It's all your mother's doing, sleeping

no regard for their health.

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

Roseanne by the window, "Don't mind your old-fashioned father. There's breakfast on the table for

Roseanne smiled, "Got it."

sun high in the sky, after breakfast, she

what's this tea? It smells

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

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some old white tea Halley Cole left us a few years back," Norris took a sip, smacking his lips,

only son from Maddox's family,

thought you

her age, Roseanne favored milkshakes and fruit teas over

right? I didn't like

was always drinking, so she tried to get him to switch from alcohol

ended

Madge, sensing something, frowned

gave Norris