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

in families and sometimes it just happens.”

I looked back and forth between Tristan and Nancy. “And his other hand?”

Nancy’s face darkened.

“We had one removed,” she admitted. “When she was younger.”

My heart sank.

“Has she already had surgery?”

“It was risk-free,” Tristan hastened to say, but guilt was clearly visible on his face. “The doctor said it was continue reading …