thing even when you’re afraid.
I squeezed her hand.
“Emily.”
She looked at me.
“The strongest people I’ve ever met weren’t the loudest.”
She listened carefully.
“They weren’t the richest either.”
A small smile appeared.
“Then who were they?”
I started the engine.
“The people who refused to quit after being told they couldn’t win.”
For the first time that night, my daughter smiled.
A real smile.
Small.
Fragile.
But real.
And as we drove away from the hospital, I realized something important.
The Prescotts believed they were facing an
