“Nana, you okay?” Liam whispered later, his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m fine, dear. Just fine.”

The wedding came three months later.

Cassandra’s family spared no expense. It was a lavish affair with 400 guests, a live orchestra, and a floral arch so tall it seemed to touch the sky. I’d never seen so much wealth in one place, and it left me a bit unsteady.

I couldn’t afford a fancy gift. My pension barely covers groceries and the taxes Henry would’ve paid. But I had something better—time, love, and memories.

I spent weeks crafting a quilt, using fabric I’d saved for years. There was Liam’s baby blanket, worn soft from nights I rocked him to sleep. A piece of his first school uniform, still marked with a grass stain. A scrap from Henry’s old plaid shirt that still held his scent if I closed my eyes. Even a bit of my wedding dress, faded but priceless.