Page 28 of Cry for Krampus

He sold his land and tree farm, giving up his dad’s dream to buy back my mother’s old ornament shop. The old building I’d adored since I was little was finally mine.

I’d spent years starting out of my old shop window, gazing at the building across the street and daydreaming about the life I’d one day have.

Now I had all that and so much more.

I no longer had to pretend my life was perfect. It really was.

My florist shop was now in my dream location, where I felt closest to my mom. We had a beautiful baby girl who would one day inherit her father’s “curse.” She would be the first female Krampus in generations.

And the best part, I was free to be myself. Whether that meant snuggling on the couch with my Bastion and Holly while watching old Holiday specials or sneaking off to the cave to reenact the best Christmas ever.

I was now convinced Christmas miracles really could happen—dark and bloody ones rooted in ancient magic.

Even if it was a miracle as simple as a book, reminding the reader that if the hero is taking his sweet time saving her, it’s okay.

In the end,Clara saves herself.