Chapter 131

• Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the rich scent of butter and Grace’s excited giggles. Ivy poured the batter carefully while Grace stood on a chair, clutching a spatula far too big for her tiny hands.
• “Slowly, sweetheart,” Ivy said patiently. “If you rush, it’ll get messy.”
• Josh stood behind them, wrapping his arms around both of them. “With mornings like this, who needs a fancy restaurant?” he whispered into Ivy’s ear.