When Joanne pulled into the driveway, she was surprised to see Fiona's car parked outside. A slight frown creased her forehead. Why is she here?
Her first instinct was wariness. Fiona wasn't exactly known for patience, and Joanne wouldn't lie—she was a little apprehensive that trouble might be brewing after Liam's visit in the morning.
But as she unbuckled the kids from the truck, Fiona stepped onto the porch, a bright smile on her face.
"Hey, kids! Want some cookies?" she called, holding up a glass jar filled with golden, homemade cookies.
Hannah gasped in delight and rushed toward Fiona without hesitation. Timmy followed, more cautiously, but his eyes were fixed on the treats. Even little Lizzy, cradled in Joanne's arms, perked up at the sight, her tiny fingers curling as if reaching for one.
Joanne watched, bemused, as Fiona effortlessly won the children over. Who would've thought?
