CHAPTER THREE
Ilse moved back through the kitchen, pausing for a moment, standing next to her wood-burning stove. The faint scent of cinnamon and cranberries wafted from the oven. The granola she’d made the night before and left out to cool. It smelled nearly perfect.
No time to deal with it now, though. She left the oven door shut, and paused near a drinking glass in the dry rack. She frowned at the thing, certain she’d washed it the night before. But now, as she stared at it, narrowing her eyes just a bit, she could have sworn she spotted a bit of a fingerprint smudging the outside.
Running late for her meeting. But still…
She grabbed the cup, moved to the sink. Soap, water, rinse. Twice more. She stared at the glass, holding it over the sink.
Then she washed it again, just to be su
