My mother-in-law opened the front door, noticed my five-year-old daughter’s little Thanksgiving dress, and said, “There’s no room for you.”
Mia’s fingers tightened around mine.
She was carrying a paper turkey she had colored all morning for Grandpa.
Behind Eleanor, I could see the dining room shining with candles, gold plates, and the family laughing around a table large enough for twenty people. Family
