Betsy adjusted her shawl as she quilted, the basement so cold in the winter. She’d even come down that morning before breakfast to turn on the two space heaters down here. How Cami could live down here full-time was beyond Betsy’s understanding.
She shivered, but she pulled the needle through the fabric effortlessly. This particular quilt was for Carter …
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