Previously…
- Alex discovered letters from his late mother that proved that Graham never tried to be a father to him when he was young. He rejected Graham for his lies and made it clear that they might never have a father-son relationship now.
- Receipts from a secretive trip to Los Angeles and a dinner for two made Lauren even more convinced that Josh is having an affair. Jason and Alex convinced her that she has to confront him.
- Helen’s lawyer was confident about being able to avoid a jail sentence for Helen, but she stressed that neither Helen nor Don has much chance of seeing Sophie. Wanting Sophie to have at least one of her grandparents in her life, Helen presented Don with divorce papers.

I used to love Christmas. When I was little, of course, it was all about waking up before the sun and racing downstairs to tear open a big pile of presents. My parents would tell you that they didn’t spoil me--but, on that one day a year, they totally did. As I grew up, it became less about presents and more about a day for family and friends. There were years when we had a small Christmas at home; there were years when we went over to the Fishers’ and celebrated with a house full of people. But it wasn’t the amount of people or the amount of presents that mattered. It was the fact that we could all be together and put aside our problems and celebrate all that we had to be grateful for. On that one day a year, it was as if the world stopped.

And then the world really did stop.

For me, anyway. Now Christmas is a very different type of day. I’m at peace now, I really am. But when I see my family and friends gathering together, I wish so badly that I could be a part of it, just like I used to be. The closest I can get is watching over them and trying to guide them toward doing what’s best--trying to make them understand all that they have to be grateful for.

My name is Courtney Chase. (Well, Courtney Fisher, technically, but I never even got to write my name that way before I died.) This is the story of my Christmas on the other side.

Alex Marshall was the closest thing I had to a sibling. I didn’t even know that he existed until I was in college, but once he came into our lives, he became a part of the family. Having grown up as an only child, I was sort of relieved that my parents had someone else to focus their attention on. And Alex proved to be a great friend to me through some very tough times.

Now I watch as he rings the doorbell of my parents’ house, the house where I grew up. It makes me sad to see that house, to know that I’ll never truly be in it again. But what makes me even sadder is the way that my parents move around that house now. They seem so burdened all the time, like they’re carrying around this grief that is so heavy and overbearing that they can’t even think about anything else. If there were something, anything, I could do to change that for them, I would.

My dad lets Alex into the house and gives him a hug. I’m grateful that Alex has been there for my parents the past two years. My dad looks so much older than I remember him seeming on my wedding day, the last day of my life.

“Merry Christmas,” Alex says, playing up the enthusiasm as he hands over a bottle of wine.

“Merry Christmas,” my dad tells him. As Alex takes off his coat, Dad says, “There’s something you need to know about.”

Alex freezes with concern. “What?”

“Helen asked me for a divorce.”

I watch Alex struggle to process this news, to make any sense of it. The most he can work up is a half-formed question. “Why would…”

“She thinks it will improve my chances of getting to see Sophie again,” Dad says. “The courts are going to keep both of us away from her as long as we’re married.”

“You’re not going to do it, are you?” Alex asks. I can tell that, despite his best efforts, he has no idea how to respond to any of this.

I know what is coming next before either of them do.

“He has to do it,” my mom says as she steps out from the kitchen. “It’s the only way.”

Dad turns around to face her. “I’m not divorcing you.”

“Alex, please help me convince him that this makes sense. It isn’t that we can never see each other again. But if we aren’t married, there’s a good chance the court will let Sophie--”

“I’m not doing it!” my dad cuts her off.

She looks to Alex for help. He lifts his hands, as if he’s about to say something, but it is several seconds before he is able to produce any words at all.

“Maybe you need to think about this a little more,” Alex says. “A divorce is a big deal. It’s so final.”

“It’s what we need to do,” my mom says, bowing her head. She seems so resigned, and when she speaks again, I understand why. “I have to do something to make this right. If Sophie can be with at least one of us, maybe that will help undo some of the damage I’ve done.”

I don’t want to see my parents get divorced. They need each other. I know that my mother thinks this is a way of atoning for what she did when she and that lawyer faked Sophie’s kidnapping, but it isn’t going to change what happened. I couldn’t believe that was happening while I watched it unfold, and if I could have done anything to make sure my little girl was safe and put a stop to all of it, I would have. It’s difficult for me to think of my mom as being capable of something like that--but I’ve watched her the past two years, so lost and hurt, and if there is anything I’ve learned, it’s that grief can turn people into things that they never, ever seemed like they would be.

And now I’m worried that it’s going to tear away the one thing that my parents truly have left: each other.

* * *

It’s good to see my friend Lauren’s house again. I spent so much time there during college, dancing in her room and trying on clothes and talking about everything that was going on in our lives. One of my big regrets is that Lauren and I lost too many years of being friends, but maybe that time apart also helped me realize how important she was before I was gone. At least, the last time we saw each other, it was as best friends.

Today the house--technically her parents’ house, but since they are always traveling, it is pretty much hers--is full of people. Her parents, Roz and Patrick, are there, and so is Lauren’s boyfriend, Josh, and his father, brother, and sister. Danielle’s daughter and her adoptive parents are also there. Lauren is in the kitchen with her mother, who is busy whipping up the one thing she does really well: her trademark dessert.

“I promise, no one will mind if you don’t go into a full explanation of why it has that name,” Lauren tells Roz as she checks on the turkey.

“It’s a funny name!” Roz says. “Everyone thinks it’s a hoot that we call it Better Than Sex Cake.”

Lauren shakes her head in amused resignation and shuts the oven door. She stands up just in time to see Josh walk into the kitchen, a beer in his hand. He’s wearing a navy blue sweater and gray pants, and I have to say: he at least looks a lot more grown-up than he did just a few years ago.

“How’s everything coming?” he asks casually.

“Fine. It’ll be ready in less than an hour.” Lauren’s answer is clipped and tense, and Josh regards her with a strange look. I know that she has been going through a lot lately--not because I can read minds, which I can’t, but because she’s told Alex and Jason all about it--and that it was a tough decision for her to offer to host Christmas dinner when things between her and Josh feel so rocky. Not that Josh seems to have any idea of that, which, if he really is doing what Lauren suspects he’s doing, makes him a bigger jerk than any of us ever knew. “Need any help?” he asks. “No. Just go back out there and enjoy yourself.” She barely even makes eye contact with him.

Josh moves closer to her and keeps his voice down so that Roz won’t hear as he questions Lauren: “Is everything okay? You seem weird.”

“I’m not weird. I’m just busy.” She practically snaps the words in his face. Lauren might be a lot of great things, but a liar is not one of those. Not that I blame her, given what she has good reason to think Josh has been up to lately.

Josh turns to Roz. “Could we have a minute?”

Roz, as usual, seems totally oblivious to the gravity of the situation. “Sure,” she says, fiddling with her cake for a moment longer. “I’ll go grab a glass of wine.”

She exits, leaving the two of them alone. Josh sets his beer down on the countertop.

“I can tell something’s bugging you,” he says. “You’ve barely even talked to me all day.”

“I told you it’s fine.”

“Then act like it’s fine!”

But she just keeps bustling around the kitchen.

“Can I give you your gift?” Josh asks. “Will that put you in a better mood?

“Not now.”

“It’s a good gift…”

“Josh! Stop.” She stops moving and finally looks at him dead-on. “I don’t want any gift from you if it’s all some big lie.”

Josh recoils. “What?”

“I know something is going on with you,” she says, sticking her hands into the wide pocket on the front of her apron. I can tell that she’s at her breaking point, and I wish I could give her a hug and take her away from this. She’s too good a person to have to deal with this on Christmas.

“What are you talking about?”

“The trips to L.A… Texts from some woman named Allison--and no, I didn’t go through your phone, but I saw it pop up on the screen… A receipt for some big, fancy dinner for two.” She seems relieved just to get all of the words out, like they have been suffocating her for weeks. “Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on, Josh?”

* * *

The day I died was also my wedding day. That means that when I look down on Jason Fisher, I get to think of him not only as my best friend or the father of my child, but also as my husband. It still sounds a little funny to me--maybe because I never got used to thinking of him that way while I was alive. But it gives me some comfort to be able to look at this man and know that, before I died, we were officially joined together in marriage. It’s like… at least I was able to reach one more milestone before my time was over.

Today, Jason’s parents’ house is alive with holiday cheer. The entire family is there: Bill and Paula, all their children, all their children, and more. My parents and I spent plenty of holidays there. It was always so festive and full of love. My daughter, my precious little Sophie, is running through the house squealing and chasing her older cousin, Christian. If I were there, I might go through the motions of telling her to stop… but really, the kids are having fun and no one is bothered, so what’s the harm? She looks so happy and, even though I watch over her every single day, unbelievably big, more a little kid than a baby.

As she rips past Jason, he calls out to her to be careful. He is standing toward the edge of the living room with his older brother, Tim.

“It’s probably never going to be easy,” Jason is saying. “It’s pretty much impossible to watch Soph sitting under the Christmas tree opening presents and not think about the fact that Courtney should be there.”

“Yeah. She should,” Tim says somberly.

Jason drinks from his glass of wine. “I kind of feel guilty saying this, but… I didn’t feel like crying this morning. I missed Court, like I always do, but it’s like… I’m starting to feel normal again.”

“Good!” Tim bobs his head encouragingly.

I want to tell Jason that he should never, ever feel guilty about that. I wish I could be there with them, but I can’t. The last thing I want is for him to dedicate his entire life to my absence. He has too much living to do--for himself and for Sophie.

“It’s like this big, ugly cloud is finally starting to lift,” he says.

Tim claps a hand on Jason’s back. “Good. We’ve been so worried about you, kid.”

“I know. And I’m glad you all forced me to listen to you.” He lets out an enormous sigh. “That’s why this whole thing with Helen… I just wish it would go away. Then maybe we could all put what happened behind us--as much as we ever will, anyway.”

“She had Sophie kidnapped, and it got totally out of control,” Tim says. He’s kind enough to leave the most awful possibilities unspoken. “It was reckless. You aren’t being unreasonable responding the way that you are.”

“I know.” Jason sounds skeptical about his own feelings, though.

The doorbell rings, and Molly, who is nearest to the door, opens it. Alex enters the house and trades Christmas greetings with several members of the family--while avoiding one person in particular--before he makes his way over to Jason.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” Jason says with a grin. I’m so glad that Alex is living with him and Sophie. It’s been a huge part of Jason starting to live his life again.

“Ha. Yeah.” Alex shakes Tim’s hand. “Merry Christmas, Tim.”

“Merry Christmas,” Tim says. “Hey, I heard about your meeting at Vision the other day. You and I should talk later.”

“Definitely.” Alex turns back to Jason. “But first, there’s something I need to tell you. I was just at the Chases’, and… something is going on.”

* * *

Back at Lauren’s house, Josh looks like she just hit him in the face with a sack of bricks.

“Lauren,” he says. “You don’t think--”

“That you’re cheating on me? Is that really such a ridiculous thing to think?”

She has a point. I know Josh--I even dated him for a little while, which is so weird to think about now. He can be incredibly charming, and he’s definitely a sexy guy, but there was always something about him that was a little difficult to trust. “I am not cheating on you,” he says insistently. “Are you kidding?!” “Then what’s with all the sneaking around? I know Willis didn’t send you to L.A. And I know you went there when you said you were just going to San Diego to see your dad.” “Okay. Yeah. You’re right.”

I can’t imagine how Lauren must be feeling. She’s invested so much time and energy in this relationship, and it really did seem like Josh was growing up. To have the rug yanked out from under her now--

“Wow,” she says, taking a step back from him. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

Josh rushes forward, toward her. “It’s not what you think. Remember that conference Willis sent me to last summer?”

“In Sacramento? Yeah.”

“That’s where I met Allison. She’s the head of Marketing at a movie studio in L.A.--Sunset Studios.”

“Okay…”

“She offered me a job. Director of Marketing. They’ve been, like, courting me for months.”

“That’s huge,” Lauren says, looking totally thrown, if not 100% able to process this news. “This isn’t some lie, is it?”

“No! Do you seriously trust me that little?” He pulls his phone from his pocket. “You can read the e-mails.”

“I believe you,” she says. So do I, actually. I can tell that Lauren feels stupid for having accused him of cheating, but it did make a lot of sense…

“So what did you tell her?” she asks. It’s a loaded question.

“I’ve been negotiating with them while the current director finishes up.”

“And?”

“I got them to agree to a set of terms I’m pretty happy with.”

“So… you’re taking the job.”

“I told them I would accept it, yeah,” he says. “But only on one condition.”

* * *

Alex tells Jason all about my mom’s terrible, terrible idea. I can tell that Jason is pretty shocked, but he stays fairly tight-lipped. I know that he cares about my parents, but after what my mother did, I can’t really blame him for being reluctant to show concern. Eventually he excuses himself and heads toward the back door, but he gets roped into a conversation with his mother and Ryan along the way. Meanwhile, Alex fixes himself a drink, and that’s why he isn’t paying attention when his own dad comes up to him.

“Merry Christmas,” Graham says from behind him.

Alex turns around, a little startled. “Hi. Merry Christmas.” He hurriedly finishes making his drink and tries to move away.

“Alex. Wait.” It is enough to keep Alex from running away, though he won’t even look Graham in the eye.

“I was hoping to hear from you,” Graham says. “Not that I have any right to expect that. I was… merely hoping.”

“I don’t have a lot to say to you.” Alex’s tone is curt, and his body is turned half-away from Graham. It doesn’t take a genius to see that he wants no part of this.

“I realize that. All I can really say is that I’m incredibly, terribly sorry for having being dishonest with you.”

“That’s nice to know, Graham--” Alex places a lot of emphasis on the name. “--but it isn’t going to change the past.”

“I’m quite aware of that.”

I never really knew Graham. He was mostly some guy who was dating Jason’s sister and who happened to be Alex’s biological dad. But I was happy for Alex to have the chance at a relationship with another parent. Things between him and his mom were always kind of weird, and they didn’t leave things in a great place before she passed away. So he put a lot of weight on this thing with Graham. It makes sense that it feels like a giant betrayal to find out that Graham didn’t want anything to do with him when he was a kid.

“I’m sure you’ve heard,” Graham says tentatively, “but Sarah and I are expecting a child. A brother or sister for you.”

“Don’t you think I’m a little old to be swayed by the idea of getting to play big brother?” Alex says.

“That isn’t what I think, Alex.”

“Then what am I supposed to say? Congratulations? Fine. Congratulations. I’m very happy for you guys. Try and stick around for this one, if you can handle that.”

Graham glances around self-consciously. “Maybe I deserve that.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Alex takes a swig from his cocktail. “I don’t like feeling like a little kid having a snit, and that’s exactly how I feel when I talk to you. So I’m going to remove myself now.”

“Alex--”

“Just stop trying, okay? You get another chance with this kid you and Sarah are having. Let that be your chance to make up for the past, or whatever you’re trying to do with me, and leave me alone.”

Graham has to follow him in order to make himself heard. Bill, who is only a few feet away, sees what is going on and steps out of the way to let them continue.

“That’s what I am trying to say,” Graham presses. “I have a chance to do it properly from the beginning with this child, but that cannot change the past. Nothing can. The only thing I can do is try to make the future better. If you’re able to find it within you to give me that chance, I can promise you that I will be much more of a father to you than I ever was in the past.”

Having said his part, Graham moves off and finds Sarah in the living room. I can tell that Alex has another snappy comeback at the ready, but he doesn’t get the chance to use it, and maybe that is for the best--because based upon the way

* * *

Jason finally makes it through the kitchen and out to the back deck. He is only wearing a button-down shirt and jeans, and I can tell that he’s freezing. Not a big surprise, since it’s the middle of winter. The night is very clear, the type of clear that used to make me think that if it were light out, you would be able to see forever and ever. Now, I guess, I can. But at the moment, there is only one spot I care to focus on.

Like I said, I can’t read anyone’s mind. But even without Jason having anyone to say it to, I know exactly what he is thinking about. Alex’s news about my parents has thrown him for yet another loop. That’s all the past few years seem to be: everyone finds some very tentative footing, only to have it shattered just as they begin to get comfortable.

I settle next to him, wanting so badly to reach out and touch him. I know it isn’t possible. Believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve come this close to Jason, and I’ve stood over Sophie’s crib at night, but it never works. No matter how close I think I’m getting to them, there’s still this barrier between us.

“I miss you so much,” I say to him. There isn’t really any point to it, but hearing my own voice, directing words toward him--it feels like the closest I can be to him, even though he won’t have any idea of it. Except this time, he turns to his side. From the look on his face, I can tell that he heard something, maybe got some sense-- “Court?” “Jason,” I say, not even sure what is going on.

“Court. Oh my God.”

This can’t be happening. I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. But can he--

“Can you see me?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yes. Yes.” He is almost shaking. “Court. It’s you.”

“It’s me,” I say. I don’t understand how this is happening, but I know why. My family needs me now.

“I miss you,” Jason says. “I miss you so badly. Sophie, she’s--you wouldn’t believe how big she is.”

“I know. I see her.” I smile even though tears are pushing against my eyes. “I see her every day. You, too.”

He reaches a hand toward me. I have a feeling this won’t work, but there is no harm in him trying. Sure enough, his hand goes right through my arm. It’s a painful reminder that this isn’t real, no matter how real it feels. We can communicate, somehow, which is more of a miracle than I expected, but I’ll never really, truly be with him again.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Are you happy? Is that a stupid question?”

“I’m at peace,” I tell him. It’s impossible to explain to someone still on Earth. I wouldn’t have understood it myself, not until I was here. I can witness the pain and anguish that my loved ones are experiencing, and I hurt for them, but it’s like I’m above all of it, somehow.

Like I said: impossible to explain.

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him, lifting my hand as close to his cheek as I can without it slipping through and reminding me what this really is. “You’ve been so strong.”

He shakes his head. The tears are coming soon, I can tell.  “I haven’t been,” he says. “I’ve been a mess. I haven’t known what to do with myself--”

“But you’re figuring it out. I see you, Jason. Every day, things get a little better. You’re being a good father to Sophie. You’ve kept the arena going. And you aren’t pushing your family away anymore. You need them. They need you. Remember that.”

We stare at each other for a long time. I don’t know what this would look like to anyone else--maybe Jason just staring into thin air, like a crazy person--but luckily no one else is nearby. It feels so good to look at him and know that he sees me, too.

“I just want you back,” he says, and the tears begin to fall. They swell in his eyes and fall out wildly, staining his face on impact.

“I wish I could come back. But you are doing such a good job…”

And now I know what I have to do. I understand why this is happening now, of all times.

“I need you to do something for me,” I say.

“What? Anything.”

“Take care of my parents.” I see him ready to leap in, to tell me everything that’s happened, before he realizes that I must already know. “Jason, they’re hurting, too.”

He is struggling, clearly not wanting to say anything too bad about my mother. Finally he chokes back a sob and says, “Sophie could have died. We’re so lucky we got her back.”

“I know. It was terrible. I…” Even with whatever wisdom I’m supposed to have now, I don’t know how to justify what my mom did. But I know what Jason has to do. “You have to stop this. Everyone’s just going to keep hurting, forever and ever, if you don’t put a stop to this.”

“I want you to stay,” he says. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I say, and I can feel something shift. All of a sudden, it starts to feel the way it always does--like I’m on the outside looking in, removed from it all.

“I’m always with you,” I tell him. He reaches out for me again, and as his hand slices through the cold air where my body should be, his expression changes. I can tell that I’m gone, at least as far as he can see.

I watch Jason out on his parents’ deck, letting the tears fall and trying to process what just happened. I don’t even understand it, really, so I can’t imagine how it must seem to him. And as much as I wish I could do that every single day, I know why it had to happen when it did.

* * *

The producer recommends playing the following song
while you read the remaining scenes:

This is my winter song to you.
The storm is coming soon.
It rolls in from the sea.

My voice, a beacon in the night.
My words will be your light,
To carry you to me.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love…

Josh looks shifty, nervous. It’s uncharacteristic for him. I know what is about to happen before Lauren senses it.

“I’m only taking the job,” he says, his cheeks flushed, “if you’ll come with me.”

“Josh, I…” She says it like a reflex and is obviously trying to make her brain catch up to her mouth. “My job is here. My parents are here. I get that this is a great opportunity for you, but…” She looks like she is going to cry, thinking this is the end of the road for their relationship.

She lunges forward and wraps her arms around him. “I wasted all this time being mad at you for nothing, and now you have to take this job, and--”

“I told you: I’m not taking it if you won’t go with me.” He pries himself loose from her hold and fishes in his pocket. Lauren gasps when she sees the ring box.

“I want to believe that we can make this work,” he says. “That we can, like, start this whole new, amazing life together.”

“Josh…” A sob catches in her throat. He opens the box, revealing a beautiful, gleaming ring.

“Lauren,” he says, dropping to one knee. “Will you marry me?”

I want to cry for my friend. After all this time, after all the battling her own lack of confidence, it’s finally happening.

“I don’t deserve this,” she says. “I couldn’t even trust you. I jumped to the worst possible conclusion. And all this time, you were--”

“I need you,” he says as he removes the ring from the box. “You’re the reason I’ve been able to grow up. And come on--” A smirk breaks over his face. “--if I’m going to Hollywood, I’m gonna need you to keep me in line.”

A laugh escapes between her tears.

“Lauren, please. Marry me.”

They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.

They say we’re buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

Under the white light of the Christmas tree, my parents sit on opposite sofas. The living room where I spent so much of my life has never looked colder or more oppressive than it does right now, as my mother and father are caught in a deadlock.

“I’m not doing it,” my dad says, flinging the papers onto the seat beside him. “End of story.”

“Don, please.”

“No! Absolutely not. Why do you keep insisting this will make anything better?”

“Because it’s the only chance I have to do that!” It is the first time my mother has raised her voice in weeks, and it startles my father. He sits up straight and listens.

“All I wanted to do was protect Sophie,” she says. “Do you know I still have nightmares? I see that woman--Shannon, Sabrina, whoever she was--going after Courtney, and I can never stop her. And then when she’s through with her, she goes after Sophie. And all I can ever do is watch.”

My dad is quiet. Finally he stands and goes to sit beside her. As she cries, my mother lets him take her hands.

“None of us can change what happened,” he says softly. “That’s the most horrible part of this. There’s nothing we can do.”

“But there is something. Go… Be a part of Sophie’s life. She needs one of us. Please.”

The doorbell rings. They freeze, too consumed by this intimate moment even to consider opening it. But then comes a loud knocking and a voice:

“Helen! Don! It’s Jason!”

This is my winter song.
December never felt so wrong,
‘Cause you’re not where you belong…
Inside my arms.

The living room of the Brooks’ house is full of people--some catching up, others getting to know each other. Their heads turn as Lauren and Josh rush into the room, their fingers clasped together.

“We have something to tell you all,” Lauren announces as she holds her hand aloft, the gorgeous new ring sparkling upon it.

I still believe in summer days.
The seasons always change,
And life will find a way.

My father looks hesitant as he opens the door to reveal Jason on the other side.

“Can we come in?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know if it’s the best time,” my dad says.

Jason looks past him, to my mother sitting on the couch, trying in vain to dry her face.

“Please,” Jason says. “It’s important.”

My dad steps aside.

“I already asked Brent to put me in contact with the prosecutor tomorrow,” Jason tells them. “I’m going to ask them to be as lenient as possible with you. This is--none of this is what Courtney would have wanted.”

My parents stare at one another in shock.

“And there’s someone else here who wants to wish you a merry Christmas,” Jason says. With that, Tim steps through the doorway… carrying Sophie in his arms.

Jason leans down to give her a kiss on the nose. “Go give your grandma and grandpa a hug.”

Arms open, Sophie runs to my father and then my mother. They collapse into a big pile on the couch as Jason and Tim look on.

I’ll be your harvester of light
And send it out tonight
So we can start again.

I watch them all. Every single day. The people I loved--the people I love, will always love--who still have lives to live, mistakes to make, love to discover. I wish that I could be there with them, be a part of it all. But if I can’t, if this is how it has to be… then I’ll do everything I can to guide them, to pray for them, to help them remember that miracles do exist.

Is love alive?
Is love alive?
Is love alive?

Merry Christmas.

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