Opening the door she tossed her keys down onto the table of her apartment right near Coney beach. Mac loved the beach and while it was a long was from Boston where she grew up, this was the place her heart told her she was needed the most. Gangs ruled the streets trying to hurt innocent people and she had spent most of her time trying to stop that ( Read more... )

Mac shivered against the cold. She was in some town walking down empty streets where the homes seemed to be filled with warm happy people. She could almost imagine what was happening inside, the excited children, the sound on tearing paper and giggles as the gifts were opened and everyone saw what the other person had brought them, what Santa had ( Read more... )