My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

My voice cracked, but I didn’t care.

She stepped inside.

The place suddenly felt smaller, like it was holding its breath too.

Gillian set the baby carrier gently on the living room floor.

I knelt down.

Inside was a tiny baby girl in a pink dress, fists tucked under her chin, dark hair sticking up in soft wisps.

She was asleep.

Mouth open just a little.

My late wife’s name.

The air left my lungs.

“That’s… that’s a beautiful name,” I said.

I reached out, then stopped halfway.

After almost a year of being kept at arm’s length, I didn’t know if I had the right.

Gillian noticed.

“You can hold her,” she said. “Please. I want you to.”

My hands shook when I slid them under Rosie’s head and back.

I lifted her like she was made of glass.

She made a little snuffling sound, scrunched her face, and then relaxed against my chest.

I sat down hard in my old armchair.

And I broke.

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