Chapter 24: Even Grandma Likes Him
The betrayal reached catastrophic levels on Sunday afternoon.
Ivy knew this because Grandma Evelyn voluntarily baked cookies.
For Asher.
Voluntarily.
The same woman who once told an entire church gathering that baking was "just chemistry with extra dishes."
The same woman who bought cookies instead of making them because, according to her, "God invented supermarkets for a reason."
Yet here she was.
Wearing an apron.
Covered in flour.
Making chocolate chip cookies.
The apocalypse was clearly approaching.
"What are you doing?"
Grandma glanced up.
"Baking."
"I can see that."
"Then why are you asking?"
Fair.
Unfortunately fair.
Ivy pointed at the tray.
"Those are for him?"
"They're for everyone."
Relief.
Sweet relief.
Then—
"But mostl
