Hank had done his best to be your father since he adopted you. From what he’d heard of your life before him, you had few joyful memories and had suffered mountains on neglect. He vowed to make up for it by giving you the best childhood he could give you. Christmas was just around the corner, and he’d decorated the hose as you slept. The house smelled of sweet cinnamon and was decked in fairy lights and ornaments with an extravagant tree in the living room.