But when she didn’t speak and instead turned to Kate with wide, wet eyes, the younger woman understood their wished-for wisdom would never come. The dread fluttering in Kate’s stomach turned to lead as the reality of their situation fully sank in. If Miss Carolyn didn’t know how to save them, they’d already lost.

“I,” she began, her voice wavering from tears. The room seemed to lean in. Here it was. The big speech to rally the town and save Christmas. She opened her mouth once. Then twice. She scanned the room, meeting the expectant eyes gazing at her.

And then, just when everyone thought she’d give them all the answers, Miss Carolyn slumped. A wrinkled hand ran its way through her hair and she sighed deep enough and defeated enough for all of them combined. “I’m tired. I think I’m going home. Y’all should, too.”

For a moment, no one obeyed. They waited for a punchline, for a “just kidding. Let’s go punch the big city rat until he gives us what’s ours.” She met their hope with nothing but silence. Slowly people stood and collected their things, muttering well wishes for the season to their friends and neighbors.

Kate didn’t move. Every time she blinked, more of her life crumbled before her. There would be no Christmas Eve festival tomorrow night. There would be no Christmas celebration. Scrooge would never again sing. The town would never celebrate its nightly tree lighting ceremony again. Friendships forged over the festival would dissolve. Some families would lose their main livelihood, others their supplemental income and others still would lose a reason to stay alive through the winter. The charities they supported would go unfunded. The town might not even survive without the tourist income. Kate’s found family would disintegrate, just like that. Everything was lost.

As the thought occurred to her, a little sniffle made itself known. It was so clear and so loud she couldn’t ignore it. Kate turned to find little Bradley hiding his tears behind his Tiny Tim cane. Kate wondered briefly how many other children had worn that cap before him. How many lives had been changed by those children? What would those people have been without the festival?

Who would she be without the festival?

The questions were more convicting than the answers, and the brain-piercing goodbyes of her chosen family were one big key turning the ignition of her fury. This was her family. No one was going to tear it apart, not as long as she had a say.

“Stay here, Miss Carolyn.”

“Kate…what are you doing?”