Ian walked into the living room and noticed a silence in the air that should have been filled with jubilation and excitement. Christmas felt like it was already over, the kids were sitting next to each other on the couch with their VR helmets as if nothing ever happened. Wrapping paper was strung about the room as if a tornado came through and left the inhabitants in the state of a euphoric coma. Hayley had drunk all the hard cider and was probably hiding from the kids in the bedroom, exhausted from all the whining and her own husband’s need to help her build the treadmill that he bought her. The pieces and the instructions were still lying on the ground Read More