The Last String of Lights

Seventeen years. One last season. Some lights you hang together or not at all.

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Seventeen years of marriage. One business. One last December to decide.

Heather and Simon Lang built Lang Holiday Lighting from a borrowed ladder into the company every town in Glengarry calls first. They also built a marriage that quietly stopped working somewhere between two rounds of IVF, a loss they never grieved the same way, and a business that ate every ordinary day they had. Separated since September, their agreement is tidy: sell the company in January, split the proceeds, be done. Then the biggest contract of their lives lands, a historic hotel's full Christmas display, with a ceremony date neither of them can move and a final payment neither can afford to lose, and December has to be worked the way they have always worked it: together, on ladders, in the cold, with everything they never said riding in the truck with them. Steamy, honest, and guaranteed to end happy, on the ordinary days where love actually lives.