Chapter 3

I set the box on the kitchen counter, then grabbed scissors to cut the string tied around it. I opened the lid slowly, as if I expected it to explode, but gasped when I saw the personal-sized cheesecake that looked utterly mouthwatering. Next to it was a bone-shaped cookie wrapped in plastic. And taped to the inside lid was an envelope. I snatched it off the lid and practically ripped into it.

Good Tidings, Cody,

Here’s hoping this brings you extra holiday cheer. It took some doing, but a gingerbread cheesecake seemed like something you would enjoy. And since we can’t leave Pippa out, a cookie made especially for her, though with pumpkin instead of gingerbread. May the day be merry and bright. Happy Holidays.

It was not signed. I turned over the card, looking to see if, perhaps, it was there, but nope. Nothing. I didn’t recognize the handwriting either, but that meant nothing since someone from the café could have written it.