Please let me see my granddaughter before I die.”

Every bitter instinct inside me wanted to say no to him right then and there.

But then I remembered Harper’s crayon drawing sitting on my kitchen table, and her soft wish for a bigger family.

“I am never going to forgive you for what you did,” I told him strictly.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” Arthur replied humbly.

“I will bring her here tomorrow morning,” I declared.