Chapter 3

I groan and hide my face in my palms but can’t help smiling. “I apologize for Grampa. He ishousebroken, I swear.” I look up again, but the rest of my apology dies on my lips as I lay my eyes on Nelson.

The cautious smile from before is replaced with a genuine one and his eyes shine as he looks at Grampa. He straightens his back a little; the movement is barely noticeable, but I can’t take my eyes off him so I see it.

His smile widens even more as Grampa beheads a second gingerbread man with his teeth. I snatch the tin from his hands. I want to be a part of this moment, too. I want that smile directed at me

The cookies are beautiful. Someone—Nelson?—clearly has icing skills. The cookie I pick has a white beard and a jovial smile, and it’s a pity to eat it. But the scent of ginger, cinnamon, and cloves is too enticing for me to resist, and I take a bite.