I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

always assumed I would be fine.

Because I usually was.

Or because I made sure they believed I was.

Then Leah remembered something.

“Dad talked about the bungalow at Christmas.”

My stomach tightened.

“What did he say?”

“I don’t remember exactly.”

“Don’t guess.”

“I remember a toast.”

“To what?”

“I need to think.”

“Then think. Call me when you’re sure.”

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