Chapter 32

"And then every Christmas, he would come to our house. Grandfather didn't like him, said he had a criminal record, and wouldn't let me interact with him much. But every time he came, he brought me fresh roasted chestnuts in a brown paper bag. He'd keep them tucked inside his thick coat, and they were still hot when he took them out." I pulled out the bag of chestnuts Rhys bought and looked at it. Steam was still rising from the paper. "The last time he came to my house was Christmas Eve twelve...