My Granddaughter Returned a Diamond Ring at Target. The Next Morning, Her Mother’s Secret Family Came to Our Door.
“Paige had a daughter, and we missed seven years.”
“Grief isn’t permission to frighten people,” I told her.
“If you’re going to know Harper, that is the first thing you need to understand.”
She accepted that without defending herself.
I expected the rest of the conversation to be about diamonds and inheritance, but Natalie took an envelope from her bag and placed it between us.
Inside was a copy of an old birthday card, addressed to Paige in Evelyn’s handwriting.
The front showed a crooked watercolor garden.