in a faint smile. “I’d like that,” she said.
It wasn’t an instant fix—we all knew that. But it was a promise to try. As we sipped our coffee, Isla began to fuss, and I rocked her gently in my arms. Norman smiled at her from across the table. “I had an aunt with blonde hair and bright blue eyes,” he said, almost in a reminiscent tone. “We never saw it continue reading …
