Aunt Susan stood on the porch holding a casserole dish and a red gift bag. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, and she looked nervous enough to run.
I turned to Lily.
“It’s Aunt Susan. Do you want to open the door, or should I?”
Lily hesitated.
Then she stood.
“I’ll do it.”
She walked to the door, checked the peephole like Daniel had taught her, and unlocked continue reading …
