My Son’s Wife Refused to Let Anyone Hold Her Baby—But Everything Changed at My Birthday Party

time as the sun began to dip below the tree line, casting long, golden shadows across the patio. Nancy finally pulled the other mitten off. She held Willow’s hand up to the light, and this time, she didn’t try to cover it. She looked at the six tiny fingers with a gaze that was no longer filled with panic, but with something else—acceptance.

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