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

God had given her an extra finger because five wasn’t enough for everything she wanted to do.”

A small, broken sound escaped Nancy’s mouth, half-laughter, half-sob.

“She was magnificent,” I continued. “Quick-witted. Stubborn too. She had no flaws. Not a single one.”

Nancy lowered her eyes to Willow’s mitten.

“I thought people would feel sorry for her.”

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