Ira's Pov

I wait impatiently as Lior takes a seat and grabs his cup of tea before revealing more about what he found out about my father. 

"I baked a cake. Just like your mother used to," Linda excitedly tells, flashing the most seductive smile. 

Couldn't she wait for him to say something about my father? It's not like her cake is going bad if not eaten within the next few seconds. But . . . perhaps it will go bad. Because she put a million ingredients in hope of making it the best he has ever tasted. 

"Can we have it for breakfast?" Lior asks and disappointment takes over...