“Good afternoon, Carey,” Alessia greeted sweetly, her manners impeccable.

Carey beamed, nodding with obvious approval. “Well, aren’t you lovely? So polite, too. Brendan, is this your eldest daughter or your youngest?”

Brendan’s expression cooled just a fraction as he replied, “She’s my only daughter.” Years of holding a senior position had trained him to keep his emotions in check, and with Carey’s straightforward nature, she didn’t notice the subtle shift.

“Really?” Carey frowned, a vague sense of confusion nagging at her.

She remembered when the Morton family first moved in–they’d run into each other and exchanged a few brief words. Carey’s memory was of a group of well–mannered boys, bustling about, hauling boxes and helping with the move. There’d been only one girl, dressed in an expensive–looking dress with a wide, elegant sunhat perched on her head. That girl had stomped around, loudly complaining about how rundown, dirty, and cramped the place was. When she saw Carey, she just gave a dismissive snort and swept upstairs, radiating arrogance.

Carey couldn’t recall the girl’s face, just the impression she’d left–and it wasn’t a good one. But the girl standing here today seemed like a completely different

person.

Still, if Brendan said Alessia was his only daughter, there was no point dwelling on a puzzle with no answer.

“Carey, my mom made these seaweed rolls. Would you like to try one?” Alessia offered, handing Carey a fork and smiling softly in a way any adult would find endearing.

made these? Well, then, I have

Carey tasted the food, and

to try her recipes. We all say they taste great, but she

and daughter perfectly in

by the school? That’s a fantastic idea! There are so

a few

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early to make breakfast for our kids before school. Those rascals never want to eat at home, always running out to buy whatever junk they can find. Who knows how those places make

foot back and launched into a

about you come over to our place later, Carey? My mom’s upstairs right now making sandwiches, seaweed rolls, and even some tea eggs. She’d be thrilled if

slapped

and the others, too? If you like what

was so delighted she nearly forgot the trash bag

doorway, waving until Carey disappeared from

how did you know Carey had kids?” Brendan asked

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