Path of Freedom: Quilts of Love Series
Page 22
by Jennifer Hudson Taylor
Eli knee-walked closer to get a better look, lips moving as he counted a dozen colorful squares cut from satin and silk, cotton and flannel. Then he picked up a small, square envelope and handed it to Taylor. “What's this?”
Taylor's fingers were shaking when she took it from him.
“Is it a note? From your mom?”
Nodding, she bit down hard on her lower lip. “Oh, Lord,” she prayed silently, “please don't let me cry.…”
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Dedication Page
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