Usually, this was the time of year when both of them shone. They both absolutely adored Christmas, which was the reason they had decided to get married on Christmas. But the previous evening’s events weighed heavily on both of their minds.Each one of the trees was beautiful, and under normal circumstances, Bree would have been as excited as a kid in a candy store. Freshly fallen snow draped the branches of the trees, the melting ice glistening like delicate diamonds. Every inch of the ground was covered with snow, and it crunched beneath her feet as she walked along the icy path.She sighed out loud as she stroked the sharp needles of a nearby pine tree. She looked up at her husband, only to find his brown eyes watching her intently. She self-consciously tucked a stray auburn curl behind her ear as she met his steady stare. There was no doubt about it, something was on his mind. She could practically see the wheels turning in his head.*After they had arrived at Susan’s house, and Scott had seen in person the damage Bryan Sexton could cause, what his wife had previously claimed kept running through his mind.
