I'm signing my divorce papers during the holidays. Merry Singlemas to me! During the hap-happiest season of all, I'm miserable. My mistletoe fell, my tree is crooked and I burnt the snowman cookies.
I open the envelope, the glossy pictures sticking to my fingers and to one another. The first one I don't recognize -- it's somewhere in the woods, but not my woods. The second one I don't recognize either -- it's cliffs and water, yellow flowers. Confusion crawls over me.