A prickle of unease rolled down my spine. “Eden’s recipes are under a floorboard under her bed.” She glanced at my father’s ledger, a crinkle in her brow. “This isn’t it?” I shook my head and her frown deepened. She set it down next to her, still looking confused. “What’s wrong?” “Your sister said they were in the ledger. She never mentioned anything about the floorboards. That’s odd, isn’t it?”
