My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

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.”

The following morning, I drove to the bungalow.

It still smelled continue reading …