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Оглавление“Ready?” Grant grasped the knob as Rena squared her shoulders.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Grant opened the door to the playroom. And there she was.
Our Rosie.
Grant squatted down to her height. “Hey there, kiddo,” he said.
Rosie looked at each of them in turn, as a slow smile lit up her face. Grant held out his arms, and Rosie ran to him. “Daddy, Daddy, oh, Daddy...”
Through her tears, Rena could see that Grant’s eyes were moist, too.
“Ah, my sweet Rosie-girl,” he said, holding her at arm’s length. “Let me look at you.” Bracketing her face with his big, strong hands, he stared into her eyes. “I’m so happy to see you!”
“I’m happy to see you, too!”
He turned slightly, held out a hand to invite Rena closer. “Go ahead, sweetie, give your mom a big hello hug.”
Oh, how it hurt that Rosie only moved closer because of Grant’s gentle nudge! Rena wrapped her arms around her daughter, willing herself to appreciate the momentary contact, to ignore the way Rosie stood, arms pressed tight to her sides, stiff as a statue.
Rena turned her loose and feigned a smile. Hands on the tiny shoulders, she said, “I missed you, sweet girl, missed you so much!”
The child’s blank stare shook her to the core.
