My son’s wife had always refused to let anyone hold their baby—until the day of my birthday party.

I whispered.

Before I could put the mitten back on, I heard a sudden gasp behind me.

“Sienna.”

I turned around.

Nancy stood in the doorway, pale and frozen, one hand gripping the frame. Tristan was behind her, his face pale.

Nancy’s gaze fell upon Willow’s bare hand.

Then his expression completely collapsed.

“Give it to me,” she said, rushing towards me.

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