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[sidestepdestiny]

Last year for Christmas I'd surprised Simon with a homemade breakfast and flowers. It isn't a fairly typical Christmas tradition, and nowadays I make breakfast at least every other morning anyway, but I've decided to continue it anyhow. A small vase of lilies sit in the middle of the table, and as I'm waiting for the sausage to finish cooking, an envelope in our mail holder catches my eye. It's to me from Darrow's bank, but I don't remember getting anything from them lately.

I turn off the stove and take it out, opening it up to make sure there isn't something wrong with my account. What a fucked Christmas surprise that would be.

But it's not that. Not at all.

My eyes grow bright as they read through it too fast, and then again, slower, in disbelief.