gave me the right.
I asked.
“May I meet her?”
Livia looked at Mitchell. He nodded, but she took another moment before stepping forward.
“Her name is Rose,” she said, placing the baby in my arms.
I looked down at my granddaughter’s tiny face.
“Hi, Rose,” I whispered. “I’m Camila. Your grandma.”
A week later, I called Livia.
“Would dinner at our house feel okay?” I asked. “You can say no.”
“Who’s coming?” she asked.
“Whoever you want.”
She came with Mitchell, Rose, and Natalie. Liam sat beside her. I
