If it had been up to her, they would have stayed home. A glass of wine, a bath, a massage are enough for the holidays. But he wanted was to take her to his ancestral land, the two of them alone strolling the snow-covered streets. All mine, Angel. How the hell did they ended up here, amongst his dysfonctional family members? And let’s not forget the ghosts, old and new. This is all on you, Big guy.
