Co-parenting with your ex is hard. Co-parenting with your ex in a small town who still looks like that in scrubs is cruel and unusual punishment. Woody Beamer and I haven't been a "we" in seven years. Our son's the only reason we still speak. And even that's through gritted teeth. Then our kid's #SaveChristmas video goes viral. Now Good Morning America wants the whole family to fly to New York and "share our story." Our story. The one that ended in divorce court and heartbreak. But there's only one hotel suite. One fake-happy interview. And one sexy doctor who still knows exactly how to get under my skin. We're supposed to be showing the world the magic of Christmas. Instead, I'm remembering the magic we used to make behind closed doors. If this story goes the way it did last time, our son's miracle might save someone else's life… And destroy what's left of ours.
