WHO Tinsel Claus, Henry Claus WHEN Thursday WHERE the Claus condo WHAT coming back home WARNINGS tba, probably none
As she stepped back into the condo on 34th Street that she'd spent so much time in growing up, Tinsel dumped her bags on the floor and let out a heavy sigh. The trip from LA had been exhausting after having to pack or sell everything from the apartment she'd once shared with with her girlfriend. Going through their shared stuff had been extremely painful. In the end she'd left the remainder with friends to pass back to Clementine, and just left. What else could she do? Every day in that apartment was a reminder of the betrayal, even though it had happened weeks ago now.
So, New York City, back home, the framed festive messages on the walls, the Christmas-all-year decor, and her brother.
"Henry?" she called, and a little part of her hoped that he was going to be the big brother she wanted him to be, even though she knew he wouldn't be. "I'm here. Are you?"