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

nodded. “I know, Mom.”

Her voice broke.

” I’m sorry. ”

For a while, nobody said anything.

The party continued quietly inside, but it all seemed so distant. On the terrace, Willow was fidgeting in Nancy’s arms. Another mitten had slipped down, revealing that tiny extra finger.

Nancy looked at her.

Then, slowly, she completely continue reading …