The Glass Ornament
Sarah’s hand felt like it had been stung by a handful of angry bees.
Which, interestingly, matched the loud buzzing in her head.
The buzzing noise started to fade and she could hear voices, but not enough that she could figure out what they were saying. They sounded like the adults from the Charlie Brown Christmas special she’d watched recently with her neice.
Chelsea.
Where was Chelsea?
The…
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