Evelyn's hand trembled slightly as she brushed her finger across the glass frame. "Where did Axel get this one?" she whispered.
The image before her was so precious, so raw, that her chest tightened just looking at it.
It was her in the hospital, holding newborn Oliver in her arms, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, and her smile so wide it almost looked unreal.
That was the happiest moment of her life, and one of the most private.
She never showed this picture to anyone, not even to Axel. It was one she'd assumed only the nurses or Aunty Martha had captured.
And yet here it was, neatly framed on Axel's restroom, looking as if it had been treasured all this time.
Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed, clutching the frame to her chest as tears welled in her eyes.
Her heart warmed with a rush of affection she hadn't expected to feel today. Knowing Axel had kept this picture so close to him. It filled her heart with a gentle and profound feeling, something almost sacred.
