« Is there anything, » I finally whispered. « Anything at all we haven’t tried? »
« We’re doing everything we can. I promise you that. »
I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice.
« Anything at all we haven’t tried? »
My 6-year-old girl was slipping through my fingers.
No prayer of mine seemed strong enough to hold her.
That evening, Grandpa sat beside Sophie’s bed.
He had Sophie’s Moana picture book balanced on his knee.
He often read her stories about the ocean.
« Again, Grandpa, » Sophie said, tugging at his sleeve. « The part where Moana sails across the ocean. »
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