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

the suppressed tears of a woman trapped by a secret, but the deep, weary tears of a mother who had carried this fear for too long.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, Sienna. I should have told you. I wanted to, but every time someone reached out to her, I panicked.”

” I know. ”

Then I turned to Tristan. “And you, you should have trusted me.”

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