“Is that for us?” Tim asked, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his daughters and Amy approaching with the pail.
“Did you make these, Amy?” George asked, eagerly reaching for a cookie as soon as the lid was lifted.
“It was a team effort,” Amy responded, glancing down at Ruby and Priscilla, who beamed with pride.
“Best cookies I’ve ever had!” Tim praised.
“Let’s not let them get cold,” George said, grinning as he grabbed another.
“Try one, Amy,” Tim urged, extending the pail toward her.
“I had my fill with the girls. All of those are for the two of you,” Amy said softly.
“Girls, let’s leave the pail with them,” Amy said softly. “We can pick it up later.”
“Okay, Amy,” Priscilla replied, slipping her hand into Amy’s as they started back toward the house.
“More cookies tomorrow?” Ruby asked, looking up at Amy with hopeful eyes.
“Absolutely,” Amy promised, squeezing Ruby’s hand gently. Things weren’t as rosy as Amy had imagined, but they’d get there. She was certain of it!
