PART 7
The Blanket
On a snowy December evening, Sophie gave birth to a healthy baby girl.
Grant stood beside Maria in the hospital nursery.
"What should we name her?" Sophie asked.
Grant looked toward his mother.
Maria shook her head.
"That's your decision."
Grant smiled.
"No."
"It became yours thirty-eight years ago."
Maria looked confused.
Grant gently placed the tiny blue blanket into her hands.
"You protected this when you had nothing else."
He looked down at his newborn daughter.
"I want her to grow up knowing the strongest person in this family..."
"...is her grandmother."
Sophie's eyes filled with tears.
"We'd like to name her..."
"...Grace Maria Holloway."
Maria broke down crying.
She had lost thirty-eight years.
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But somehow...
Love had still found enough time to give something back.
