I said, “this is your great-grandmother, June. She’s the reason I still believe in family.”
June placed both shaking hands around Marin’s small face.
Her own face, made new.
The entire church watched a great-grandmother finally meet the child they had been told was hidden from them.
Even some hard faces softened.
Some things outrank a narrative.
Not many.
That did.
Then I lifted Marin into my arms.
Nodded to Danny to help June.
And walked down the center aisle of First Grace for the last time.
Past Sharon, staring
