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

“you’re a really special little thing!”

Nancy’s chin was trembling, but she wasn’t hiding it.

Jessa smiled from across the room. “She’s gorgeous.”

Gradually, the atmosphere relaxed. No one shouted. No one backed away. No one treated Willow as anything other than a baby loved by people who had simply needed time to learn to love her without fear.

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