#Chapter75
/"How was your mother's?/"
It was nice. We went out in the snow for a bit to build a snowman like we used to during Christmas vacation when we would come to visit grandma. I pretended like I was cold, and when we went inside, grandma had made hot chocolate. We watched old Christmas movies and laid on the couch with blankets and pillows and each other. It was nice. It was what I needed. They took my mind off of Adam for a little while, but when the sun set, and I was left on my own in that bedroom, he came back to me. I stared out my window like I used to and prayed he'd show up, and just like old times, he didn't.
/"It was nice,/" I say as Adam's mother brings me inside. /"Have you heard—/"
/"No,/" she interrupts. /"Nothing. They haven't found him./"
