Silver hair perfectly styled.
Pearls around her neck.
At five in the morning.
She crossed the room quickly and held out both arms.
“Oh, let Grandma see her.”
Before I could respond, Beverly lifted Wren from my chest.
Just like that.
The place where my daughter had been suddenly felt cold.
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“Oh, she’s definitely a Tran,” Beverly said, carrying her toward the window. “Look at that chin. Roland’s chin. His father’s too.”