me a tiny seam hidden beneath the sunflower.
I had never noticed it before.
Carefully, I pulled one loose thread free and slipped two fingers into the opening.
Something solid touched my fingertip.
I pulled it out.
A tiny wooden sunflower charm fell into my palm.
My knees nearly gave out.
“Grandma?”
I couldn’t stop staring at it.
When Laura and I were children, Dad used to carve wooden flowers for us.
Mine was a daisy.
Laura’s was a sunflower.
And after childhood, I had seen Laura’s charm only once.
