Claire pressed the card to her chest.
“I thought these were gone.”
She sat in that diner and cried.
Later, in the parking lot, she told Noah, “After Mom died, I stopped doing Christmas breakfast.”
Noah leaned against the car.
She looked down at the recipe card.
“Why?”
“The house didn’t smell right.”
She looked down at the recipe card.
“I know that sounds stupid.”
“It doesn’t.”
Claire wiped her face.
“Dad knew.”
Take Aaron to Franklin Field. Bring the glove.
Saturday Two was harder.
The envelope said:
Take Aaron to Franklin Field. Bring the glove.
The old baseball glove had been included with Mr. Vance’s belongings for Aaron.
The second Aaron saw it, his jaw tightened.
“No.”
Claire looked at him.
Aaron pointed at the glove.
“Aaron.”
“No. I’m not doing some sentimental scavenger hunt.”
Noah stayed quiet.
