It was an ominous morning. Emily had woken up to the sound of a door that slammed, and her entire body had jerked with the sound, the pressure change, like someone had shaken her roughly awake. Why hadn’t Ayala sent that letter? All night Emily had asked herself that question. Why was it hidden away? Was that a family game too? Withholding Love wasn’t cute like Wall Mouse or Finding Stuff. It didn’t seem like a particularly nice game if it was one.
Emily stumbled into the room of windows to find Jonah sitting on an easy chair, flipping through recipes. She watched over his shoulder. She didn’t want to think about the letter anymore. She didn’t want to worry about Doran or family secrets. “Is Passover really that bad?” she said.
“It is if you’re cooking.”
Emily put her hand on Jonah’s ba
