You knew what you were signing up for when you married John. This was not the first time you had spent months without him, but you never expected to be alone on Christmas, which was only a few hours away.

The lights in the kitchen were dim as you cleaned dishes. You were in your own world of thought, how could you be expected to hear the door clicking open, or boots scuffing against the floor? Maybe Christmas would come early after all...

"Miss me, my bonnie?"