As she stepped outside, the gray skies seemed a little lighter. Margaret thought of other women like her—silent grandmothers who had given up their voices for the sake of harmony. To them, she wanted to say, “Speak up. It’s your life, your story. Don’t let anyone else write it for you.”

Margaret Sullivan had found her backbone, just as Thomas had always believed she would. And now, she was ready to use it, not just for herself, but for every silent grandmother who deserved to be heard.