He reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a photograph, worn soft at the corners.
A solemn sixteen-year-old girl stared back at me, her dark eyes far too old for her face.
« Her name is Grace, » David said quietly. « I need you to adopt her before I die. »
My whole body went cold.
« David, what are you saying? Who is this girl? »
« Please. Just trust me. »
« I need you to adopt her before I die. »
« Trust you? You’re handing me a stranger’s photograph and asking me to bring her into our family, and you won’t even tell me why? »
« I’ll explain everything, I swear. But first, bring her home. She has no one else. »
I searched his face for the man I had married.
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