Grace’s handmade blanket was supposed to be a tender Fourth of July surprise for Daphne and her fiancé, Edwin, a symbol of the home they were meant to build together. Instead, Edwin reacted cruelly and turned what should have been a tender family moment into the beginning of his own ruin.
I knew Edwin did not love my family the way I did, but I kept telling myself that love could grow.
If he spent more time around them, he would know how kind they were and love them.
If he saw what I saw when I looked at them, the noise, the teasing, and the old-fashioned habits would start to feel less irritating and more like home.
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