Page 104 of One Foggy Christmas

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And last year, I was one of the winners.

I sit back as the shock sets in.

I won an award.

Not Nash or my dad, butme.

The feeling is incredible.

My eyes drop to the next paper in the box. It’s a printout of a screenshot of a text from someone named Harper, dated the exact date of the award.

Harper

I wish I could’ve snuck a video of how Nash looked and smiled at you a few times throughout the award ceremony. You could see how much he loves you and how proud he is of you. It was the sweetest!

If I could’ve figured out how to discreetly record him, I totally would’ve. He was so proud!

My eyes mist over. Nash really was my biggest champion and cheerleader. When I first woke up from my coma, I was angry at myself for how far off course my life had seemed to go. But I didn’t realize then how every decision I’d made led me to become a better, more complete version of the woman I always wanted to be.

And Nash was a huge part of that.

He gave my ambition new wings.

I dig my phone out of my back pocket and write the text I should’ve written months ago.

Sadie

Thank you for always believing in me. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully understand all the ways you enriched my life, but I do know that you gave me wings to fly, and I’ll always be grateful to you for that.

I bite my bottom lip, nervously waiting to see if he replies.

The dots dance, speeding up my heart.

Nash

I just wanted you to be happy.

One tear falls.

Sadie

I know.

I think about ending the conversation there but decide to give him a little more so he doesn’t worry or wonder.

Sadie

I’m working for my dad again at his home health and hospice and doing well there, implementing a few new things. Annie and I are going to Cancun for her college graduation trip. I can genuinely say I’m finding myself again. Thank you for allowing me to do that.

Nash

I wish you all the happiness you’re looking for.

Sadie

Same to you.

Sadie

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