“She would probably welcome your call.” He set the paperwork aside. “This can wait until we meet with the notary.”

“Oh, Grandy.” Natalie’s eyes were filled with tenderness. “We’re going to miss this old place, aren’t we?”

His smile was a twist of irony. “My forgetfulness might be a blessing.” Then his smile disappeared. “I’m not worried about forgetting the building. But you, Natty-girl. You.”

“Listen. If you forget, I’ll remind you. I will love you with all my heart, and you’re going to feel that love, because even if you forget here”—she touched his head—“you’ll remember here.” She gently laid her hand on his heart. “I promise.”

He took her hand and pressed a kiss on it. “You make me remember what a lucky man I am.” To stave off a wave of emotion that threatened to carry him away, he changed the subject. “So, about your mother’s project. It appears we now know the ending.” He smiled, and it felt good to smile. He was giving his granddaughter the best gift he could—freedom from worry and want. “Let’s finish Blythe’s story, shall we?”

Natalie’s smile was tremulous. “I’ve been putting it off—as if finishing it would mean I’d forget her. I’m trying to lose the grief but hold on to the love.”

“You’re very wise,” he said.

“A sign of good parenting,” she told him. “I didn’t always appreciate that. And I think I’ve figured out the reason. I grew up resentful about the things we didn’t have, but thinking back through the years and reading over Mom’s notes, I can see what I overlooked. We had an amazing family after all—just an unconventional one. You and Mom, and then May Lin. We had all the things that matter, didn’t we?”

The fog was moving in again, but he fought it, keeping hold of the bright colors of his granddaughter’s face. “We did,” he said. “Perhaps that’s how the story ends.”

She opened the file to the top page. “‘The Lost and Found Bookshop: A__________.’ Mom left it blank. What did she mean to say?”

The silence yielded no answer. Andrew gazed at her lovely face, and he saw his daughter looking back at him.

She took a deep breath and wrote something in the blank, then turned the page, showing it to him.

“A Grand Adventure,” he said with a nod. “Blythe would have liked that just fine.”

Natalie dropped her grandfather off at the Silver Beaver Lodge in Archangel, the residence she’d found for him. She’d never dreamed he would acquiesce to moving, but here they were. The director of the place greeted him warmly, and Grandy gave Natalie a grin and a thumbs-up sign as he got into the golf cart to begin his introductory tour.

Please let him like it here, she thought.