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“Absolutely. Christmas is about surprises, and I want this to be a surprise.”

“Come on, Mama!” Noah says.

I give what I hope comes off as a carefree shrug, pull the blindfold down over my eyes, and sit in darkness, listening to Christmas carols for twenty minutes.

I feel the rumble of gravel beneath the car when Brayden pulls off the highway. “Where are we?”

“Don’t tell her, Noah