None of that made any sense to Memory. Dak had seen Ellie here, had cookies with her in the parlor.... “Maybe she used a different name. Do you remember seeing her?” Memory considered pulling her phone out and finding a picture of Ellie to show him, but she couldn’t remember having taken any, which seemed so strange. Why wouldn’t she have? Surely Kirsten had some....
“No, sweetie. I’m sorry. I can’t think of anyone who resembles the woman you’re describing. Perhaps she was staying at one of the other inns—The Gingerbread House, maybe.”
Puzzled beyond comprehension, Memory found herself nodding. “Yeah, maybe so.” But she hadn’t been—she was certain Ellie had been staying here. So why was there no record of her? “Thank you, Leon. Merry Christmas.”
He smiled, clearly glad his suggestion th
