Chapter 12

Lorelei had forgotten her gingerbread house. Memory should be a good aunt and run it over, but then she’d have to see her sister again, and she just wasn’t feeling it at the moment.

Memory grabbed a wash cloth out of the drawer by the sink and turned the faucet on as her dad did his best to brush the loose flour into the trash can. Over his years as a single dad to two girls, he’d seen his fair share of messes, but she imagined he’d need a shower after this one.

“How was your day, honey? You looked happier than usual when you came in—until we ruined it for you.” Bryce turned and gave her a stilted smile, the flour in his hair making him look older than his fifty-two years.

“It was a good day,” Memory said, ignoring the last part of his comment because she wasn’t sure what to say. She’d planned to come in and tell him all about Ellie and how interesting s