Grant glanced furtively at Charlotte, searching for a trace of the woman he had married. Once Charlotte had been quite the Southern Belle, with an infectious laugh and a smile that warmed all of Georgia.
Now, shivering by the graveside, Charlotte’s face was ashen. The war had mercilessly stolen her home, and now her father. Charlotte withered like the winter trees, retreating into the depths of cold silence.
Grant breathed a prayer, and one of the grandbabies burped in reply. The solemn moment shattered, Charlotte laughed.
Like a green leaf breaking through the frost, the sound filled Grant with hope.
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