CHAPTER 12 Christmas Eve 2

　　Without a chance to grab hold of anything, my foot slipped from under me, and before I could stop it, I was crashing onto the icy pathway.

　　“Emma, are you okay?” Dawson asked, leaning over me.

　　“Yeah, I’m fine…” I mumbled, trying to not slip while getting up.

　　“Here, let me help you,” he offered, taking my hands in his.

　　There was a time when Dawson would have been the one to push me over and laugh, and now, to be helped up by him, was surreal. He lightly pulled me into the standing position, and as I stood face-to-face with him, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist.

　　“Ow,” I winced, pulling my hand away from his.

　　“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking concerned.

　　“My wrist hurts,” I moaned, taking hold of it with my other hand.

　　“Here, let me have a look.”