My daughter-in-law di:ed in childbirth, but when eight men tried to lift her coffin, they couldn’t move it an inch.

My back hit the wall.

My granddaughter.

My first granddaughter.

The little girl Claire had already knitted a cream-colored hat for.

The baby whose name she had chosen in secret: Jeanne.

Julien placed a hand on my shoulder.

I pushed him away.

“I want to see Claire.”

His expression hardened.

“That isn’t possible.”