out of a cotton dress?”
I laughed.
“You’re doing fine, Nora.”
She sounded so relieved.
But when I first met Ellie, something happened that I wasn’t prepared for.
She had thick dark curls.
Large brown eyes.
And a tiny dimple in her left cheek.
The exact same place where I had a dimple as a child.
Nora noticed the resemblance too.
“Look at her, Claire!” she said excitedly. “She almost looks like she belongs in our family.”
I smiled.
But something tightened inside my chest.
Ellie was five years old.