She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 844:

The game ended, and Lionel wandered into the backyard.

Every step he took stirred up memories—Freya painting under the sun, sharing stories in the breeze, guiding his hand over the chessboard. Only now did he realize why this Christmas felt dimmer than years before. Freya wasn’t with them. Kristian had driven away the light in his winter.

Freya completely cut off contact with Kristian the moment the chess match came to an end.

She stared at the phone resting in her palm, torn between dialing Lionel or letting the impulse pass. After several long minutes of inner debate, she chose not to call. Reaching out now might make it seem like Kristian had urged her to do so, and that could stir guilt in Lionel. It was better to wait until tomorrow. A holiday greeting on Christmas wouldn’t seem suspicious.

With her thoughts finally in order, she set aside her worries, at least for the time being, and made her way downstairs.

The next day, Freya, Ethel, and Hugh joined Winslow for lunch. That evening, they headed back to Miguel’s for dinner.

For once, the evening was warm,

picked up the phone and

with blessing after blessing, chatting on and on, unwilling to let the moment end. Their conversation stretched on for nearly an hour before Lionel, though reluctant,

the night. Ethel glanced over and saw Freya quietly

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eyes still fixed on the stars

spent at the Shaw family’s residence—lively enough, yes, but they lacked the deep, aching nostalgia

froze, caught

weren’t here those two years, Dad and I would sit together, missing both you and Mom,” Ethel said softly. “We’d

voice dipping just enough to call her

“Yes?” Freya murmured.

said, her tone lifting into a lighter rhythm. She had always remembered Freya’s birthday, never once forgetting. “Is there anything you’re hoping for this year? Any wish you want to