Vivien looked down at Eleanor’s tiny hand curling around one of her fingers.
“I hope so.”
Gloria sniffed. “I don’t hope. I know. Now come on. Those cookies in there were stale and I want something decent.”
Vivien laughed.
There was still sadness in her life. There always would be. But now it sat beside joy instead of strangling it. There was still memory. Still scar tissue. Still nights when her body startled awake before her mind caught up. But there was also this: her daughter warm against her chest
THE END