“No.”

“Then why would Lucas take something from Grace?”

Hannah’s eyes filled. Adrian opened the bedroom door, and together they entered. They packed Isabel’s clothing carefully, saving the blue robe, her wedding dress, and several scarves Lucas might someday want to touch.

They placed photographs and handwritten letters in a cedar chest for him. Adrian cried when he found a note Isabel had written during her pregnancy. Our son may inherit your eyes, she had written, but I pray he inherits the heart you hide from everyone else.

Hannah squeezed his hand. “She knew you.”

“She believed in a man I wasn’t.”