Silver hair perfectly styled.
Pearls around her neck.
At five in the morning.
She crossed the room quickly and held out both arms.
“Oh, let Grandma see her.”
The nurse hesitated and looked at me.
Before I could respond, Beverly lifted Wren from my chest.
Just like that.
The place where my daughter had been suddenly felt cold.
“Oh, she’s definitely a Tran,” Beverly said, carrying her toward the window. “Look at that chin. Roland’s chin. His father’s too.”