Grace & Tristan — The Christmas Reunion
I considered my answer carefully.
“I think he has a chance to learn what loving you requires.
Whether he uses that chance is up to him.”
Mason leaned against me, and the others piled on until I could barely breathe beneath four sleepy boys.
That was the family I had spent eight years building.
No conversation in a mansion could erase it.
PART 11
On December twenty-sixth, Tristan sent his first email.
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