Samantha hated being alone on Christmas. She sat by the warm fire with a cup of tea on Christmas eve, her mood a stark contrast from her surroundings. She was decidedly not merry and bright this year – Ty hadn’t been able to get the night off work so here she sat, at home by herself.
She sat up suddenly – amongst the familiar sounds of the fire she thought she heard a noise come from the garage. She walked across the kitchen to the door and opened it but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Her sedan was parked in its usual spot and the door that led outside was shut and locked. She stood there for a few seconds longer before deciding that the original sounds must have been her imagination and returning to the living room.