“There are my girls!”
At seventy-three, Grandpa wasn’t supposed to move that fast, but he came down the steps like a man twenty years younger.
When I lifted Nora from the car, his eyes immediately filled.
I smiled. “Ready to meet your great-granddaughter?”
He didn’t answer.
He simply stretched out his arms.
I placed her carefully against his chest.
For several seconds, Grandpa looked happier than I had ever seen him.
Then Nora opened her eyes.
Grandpa froze.
The joy on his face disappeared so suddenly that I thought something was wrong with the baby.
He shifted her slightly toward the afternoon light.
His gaze moved from Nora’s blue eye to her dark one.
Then he noticed her chin.
His hands began trembling.
“Emily.”
Something in his voice made my stomach tighten.
“What?”
He looked directly at me.
“Who is Nora’s father?”
I gave a confused laugh. “Grandpa, you know who he is. Caleb.”
