Ivy’s throat ached with a lump of emotion as Elowen’s grip dug into her skin, strong enough to hurt.

Through Elowen’s tear-stained eyes, Ivy could feel the depths of her despair and regret.

It was hard to say how much time passed before Elowen’s sobs finally subsided. Ivy glanced at the pink notebook in her hands and said softly, “My brother was her child too.”

She knew her mother would have worried just as much for the child she had already ...