The faded blue edge of cloth belonged to the blanket.
The same blanket Michael had wrapped around the baby twenty-five years earlier.
Sarah stared at it as though she had suddenly seen a ghost.
Noah walked toward the porch.
He was no longer the frightened baby Michael had carried through the rain. He was a grown man now, confident and calm, with the kind of quiet presence that made people stop talking when he entered a room.
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