“That’s incredible. I wish I had the time for this.” “You will.” I squeezed her hand. She bit her lip. “How do you know?” “Just do. I have this feeling, sweetheart. That everything you’ve ever dreamed of is going to come true.” “Oh.” Ivy turned, the tips of her ears and cheeks turning the same color as her jacket. “I don’t know about that…” But I could feel it. As much as I knew what a child wanted for Christmas. “You’ll see,” I said instead.
