The Unexpected Holiday Gift

But he couldn’t save his father’s life. Even if a part of him felt he should be able to, if he just worked long enough, tried hard enough. If he was good enough.

Jacob knew he’d never been good enough, had known it long before his father fell sick.

Clara dropped the briefcase back onto the shelf. ‘You’re right. Come on.’

Even Jacob had to agree the next shop was spot on.

‘You want something your dad can enjoy.’ Clara opened her arms and gestured to the bottles of vintage wine lining the shelves. ‘From what I remember, this should suit him.’

Jacob smiled, turning slowly to take in the selection. ‘Yes, I think this will do nicely.’

One in-depth conversation with the proprietor later, and Jacob felt sure that he had the perfect gift for at least one member of his family, ready to be delivered directly to Clara’s offices in time to be shipped up to Scotland.

‘How are they all?’ Clara asked as she led him into a tiny arcade off the main street. The shops inside looked even more sparse and expensive. ‘Your family, I mean. The news about your dad... It must have been terrible for you all. I can’t imagine.’

‘It was,’ Jacob said simply. ‘It still is. Mum... She takes everything in her stride—you know her. But Heather’s still hoping for a miracle, I think.’

Clara looked sideways at him. ‘And you’re not?’

‘Perhaps,’ he admitted. ‘It’s just too hard to imagine a world without him.’

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