My daughter-in-law always hid her hands and back—until a beach trip revealed the truth she had been carrying all along.

tossed a football with my grandson near the shoreline.

Emily turned a page, then another, though her eyes didn’t seem to be moving much.

Finally, I said, “You’re not going in?”

She kept her gaze on the book. “I don’t think so.”

“The water’s lovely.”

“I’m happy here.”

I smiled, but there was an edge in it even I could hear. “We came all this way, Emily.”

Her continue reading …