The Christmas Betrayal Sophie tried to steady herself as she carefully maneuvered the Christmas tree down the narrow attic stairs. Her arms ached, and every step reminded her of how different this Christmas was going to be. The house, once filled with the warm sound of Frank’s laugh and the comforting smell of cinnamon-scented coffee, felt far too quiet now. The silence was almost deafening. This was their first Christmas without Frank. It felt like a hollow celebration, but she was determined to make it special for Matthew. After all,

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