Her fingers closed around my index finger.
The grip was warm and surprisingly strong for a six-month-old child.
I stopped breathing.
“That one is Maisie,” Mrs. Fenwick said quietly. “Elowen said the smallest would always be Maisie.”
I Gave Up 22 Years of My Life Raising My Triplet Nieces – What They Did at Their College Graduation Made Me Drop to My Knees – Secret Food
