PART 2

The next Saturday, Noah opened the first envelope at our kitchen table while Aaron and Claire watched.

Inside was an address and a short instruction:

Take Claire with you.

The address belonged to an old diner.

The moment we arrived, an elderly waitress named Ruth recognized Claire.

She rushed around the counter and embraced her.

“I haven’t seen you since your mother died.”

Then Ruth disappeared into the back and returned carrying a cardboard box.

“Your father brought this here six months ago.”

Inside were dozens of handwritten recipe cards.

Margaret’s recipes.

Claire immediately began crying.

She lifted one card.

“Cinnamon rolls.”

Her mother’s Christmas breakfast recipe.

Claire explained that after Margaret died, she had stopped making Christmas breakfast because the house never smelled the same.

“I thought these were gone.”

But her father had saved them.

Saturday Two was for Aaron.