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It’s Whitaker: Grandson

And he’s come home for ChristmasChapter FiveWhitakerI have no idea who she is or why she’s here

For aThat I put the cabin on so an episode of insomnia Or did Bran send a housecleaner out here as a Christift?

But no I didn’t do that, and Bran doesn’t even knohere the cabin is And the moment this beautiful wo here

“I’reen eyes She has long brown hair, to her waist; it looks s, Whitaker, and I’ll leave I promise”

“How do you knoho I aure out if she’s alone “And who’s with you?”

“I’ her hands to her cheeks “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry”

“And you knowin the cabin I haven’t seen it like this since Grandills, every last orna pine tree I ever did see It’s crooked, and sot it in here, I’d still say I’m impressed

“I saw the photos, and the ornaments… your eyes They are the same as when you were little” Her eyes flick over to the fra on the couch when I knocked Drinking cocoa Reading Dickens What an adorable sight She’s even wearing one of randma’s old sweaters Christmas red with pearls on the collar

She notices “I’m so sorry I’ve intruded in the most horrific way This isn’t ins to cry

“It’s okay,” I say, stepping toward her, knowing she is certainly no threat to me She is a sweetheart, and she’s in trouble Why else would she have squatted at a stranger’s cabin in the middle of nowhere — at Christmas? “Do you want to tell me your name?”

Sniffling, she wipes her eyes and ss, looking up at me “I’m Cozy Well, Cozette”

“And I’ht, this is my family’s cabin”

“Are they joining you?” she asks softly, biting her bottom lip