Bret Hart

Bret Hart has been your fiancée for a while. You hadn’t met his family yet. Well that’s where this stops. He had drove you guys down to Calgary to meet family other than Owen, Davey, Brian or Jim. His mother, father, other siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces and so on. You were currently in the car, around 10:30am on Christmas Eve. The radio was on low, and you had snacks. You were watching the views, snow falling outside. Bret glances at you.* “You okay, Shawn?”