Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 603

Miley’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She was a year younger than Marguerite, so how could she possibly remember the events surrounding Marguerite’s birth?

Instead of answering Robert right away, Miley hollered toward the foyer,

“Mom! Can you come here for a sec? We need to ask you something!”

Harriet scurried into the room, concern etched on her face. “What’s up, honey?”

Miley swiftly retrieved the photo from its hidden compartment and echoed Robert’s inquiry with urgency.

Harriet scrutinized the photo, her eyes narrowing with recognition at the sight of the blanket, and after a moment’s reflection, it clicked. “This blanket was Marguerite’s from the day she was born. Laverne used to say she wouldn’t go anywhere without it, clung to it like a security blanket. She finally stopped using it around three, and Laverne kept it safe ever since. I remember her joking that she’d save it for Marguerite’s wedding day, to gift her husband-to-be with a piece of her childhood. I’m not sure if she ever did gift it, but I -am certain Laverne considered this blanket a cherished keepsake for Marguerite.”

a similar blanket when

a definitive no. “Never saw one like it

between her mother and Robert, she felt lost in the shuffle, unable to piece together

slow down. What’s the big deal about the blanket?”

expression was solemn as he pulled out another photo from

a butter-yellow blanket. He held up the photo next to the one of Laverne cradling Marguerite, and asked, “Don’t

them closely, and suddenly the penny dropped.

blankets don’t necessarily mean anything, right? Maybe the Abletts just

contemplation,

at the hospital

her even surpassed what we felt

one.”