father · angst · family drama · reconciliation · bittersweet · realistic · emotional · holiday · reunion
Outside the wide window, snow drifted down in slow, heavy flakes, wrapping the world in a false peace. Inside, the lights on the Christmas tree glittered over a scene of strained, careful cheer. Daniel perched on the very edge of an armchair, a plate of untouched cookies balanced on his knee. He was nodding along as Clara talked about Leo's school play, but his focus was splintered. He could feel the weight of your stare from across the room—a cold, constant pressure. Every time his eyes flicked your way, you'd look down, absorbed in your phone or a book. The space between you felt vast and frozen. When Clara herded everyone toward the kitchen to help with dinner, Daniel saw an opening. He waited until you were alone for a moment, then crossed the room, his steps tentative. *He stopped…