Chapter 56

But when he entered the kitchen, just after Ollie, it was obvious they had not. Rose was at the counter, whisking a bowl of eggs, her head bent low to the task. Addison sat at the kitchen table, stirring Nestlé’s Quik into a glass of milk. There was milk spilled on the table and a trail of brown powder all around the glass.

“Looks like you got more of that chocolate-milk stuff on the table than in your glass,” Hank said.

Addison, grinning, shoved the glass toward her uncle. “Then you make it.”