the door, a drawing taped crookedly to the refrigerator, and a list in Lily’s careful handwriting that read:
HOUSE RULES
1. No lying.
2. Captain can sit at breakfast.
3. If someone spills, get napkins.
4. Nobody leaves without saying goodbye.
5. Pancakes on Saturdays maybe.
I stared at number four longer than the others.
Nathan noticed.
“She wrote it,” he said quietly.
Lily heard him. “It’s a good rule.”
“It’s the best rule in the house,” I said.
She smiled.
We ate pancakes with blueberries on top.
Nathan burned the first batch and tried to hide them under a towel. Owen discovered them and declared they looked like “sad moons.” Lily insisted they should still be respected, so Nathan placed them on a separate plate and called it a memorial.
For one ordinary morning, the mystery waited outside.
Lily asked about my office.
Owen asked if Marco was born
