Steve would put up the rest tonight, so they’d be a surprise tomorrow morning. I still wasn’t sure whether Mr Lloyd had spoken to his wife or whet...er she was even going to be here for Christmas. Usually, she showed up, but was completely uninterested in the whole event. The only part she enjoyed was her seemingly endless supply of red wine. I felt yet another pang of pity for Mr Lloyd. By the end of the day, everything was ahead of schedule. Betty had completely finished cooking and Steve had. Jack yelled at her anyway.“You’re pissed at me for fucking Alyssa. Grace…You’re a fucking hypocrite.”With her mother crying speechless Alyssa stood from the bed to defend her.“She loves you Jack, what happened last month. It was just a fling, she’s never done anything like that before. I’m taking the blame, I egged her on by telling her about the things me and Brad were doing with each other.”“What?” Jack said in disbelief. “Alyssa, you’re just a kid, and so is my son. Now Grace tell me, have. Yes, he was her angel after all. The music, the words, took her away, there was no way someone young could understand the depths of emotion Sarah McLachlan had written into this song. To understand it you had to have lived some, to have suffered some from bitter heartbreak and a failed marriage and from the way life always tries to knock you down every time you stand up. She had always loved this song, that’s why she had chosen it that other night, but after that first night it had become Samy.. I wished she could be here right now with me, so that I could satisfy her completely right away. But like said in Hindi ‘Saber ka phal meetha hota hain’. I waited and kept patience and started working on the plan on how to get her.We started talking to each other through texts or sometimes calls as we where 1000 miles apart from each other too meet. She kept on insisting and asking when will I come to see her.I thought maybe she needed someone who can comfort her with what happened with her.I.