Chapter 98
JAIME'S POV (The previous evening)
I poured myself a glass of fruit wine, a small indulgence after finally clearing my desk for the day. It had been an eternity since I'd actually finished my workload on schedule; usually, I was drowning in carry-over tasks, so this felt like a private victory.
"Funny how wine tastes better when the office is empty," I muttered, turning to the window. "It's snowing."
'It's snowing, Jaime! Look, the aliens are back!' Georgia's voice echoed in my mind, followed by that bright, infectious giggle. 'I know, I know—they aren't really aliens. But childhood stories are hard to shake!'
That had been our first Christmas. The snow had been so late that year that everyone had given up hope of a white Christmas. But then, it had finally fallen.
"We never imagined a Christmas without her, did we?" I whispered to the empty room, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.
