Page 107 of One Foggy Christmas
It’s been nine months. I should be coping with life better than I am.
Actually, I’m coping just fine. I’m just not moving on or moving forward.
I’m stagnant.
Sadie once told me that’s how she felt about her life before she met me, and it’s crazy to think that I’m the one who feels that way now.
No progression.
I’m the man who’s going nowhere and doing nothing.
I rake a hand through my hair, turning to my lawyer. “I think I will travel for a bit. That’s what I’m going to do with the money.”
“Well, you’ll certainly have the means to. After you sign these papers, you can circle the world a hundred times before you’ll ever have to work again.”
Maybe then I’ll finally be able to move on with my life.
SADIE
“I’m leaving forthe day.” My dad pops his head into my office.
“It’s not even lunch yet, and you’re done for the day?”
“You don’t need me here. You’ve got this place running more smoothly than I ever have.”
I smile at my dad’s kind words. “I don’tneedyou. I’m just surprised. You never used to take off early, and now you’re doing it all the time.”
He steps into the room, sitting in one of the chairs across from my desk. “As far as I’m concerned, this is your business now. That is, if you want it.”
“Yes!” My lips grow into a huge smile. “I want it.”
I think I’ve always wanted it.
“Great. It’s yours.” He claps and stands like everything is all settled. “We’ll announce my retirement, and you can throw me a big party after the holidays.”
“Just like that?”
“I’ve taken this company as far as I can. You’re the future now and more than capable of running it. What more is there to talk about? I’ll get Stetson started on the official paperwork.”
I scramble out of my chair and rush to him, throwing my arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Dad. Foreverything.”
SADIE
“Sadie?”My mom knocks on my bedroom door. “Are you coming down for dinner?”
“No, go ahead and eat without me.”
“What are you doing?” Her voice sounds concerned. “You’ve been in your room all day.”
“I’m just cleaning out my closet. Going through some old things.”
There’s a pause before she speaks again. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Alright.” She hesitates by my door for a second longer then leaves.
