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

others towards the house. In a few moments, the terrace was empty, except for the four of us.

Nancy slumped down on one of the chairs, hugging Willow to her chest.

I sat down opposite her.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” I asked softly.

Nancy shook her head. “Because you weren’t supposed to see that.”

“That’s not an answer.”

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