It was just an accidental brush of Lily's hand and her instant recoil that triggered another memory. She was little, five perhaps, and her skin burned like fire. But on the inside she was so cold. Her teeth chattered and she snuggled deeper into the arms that rocked her gently back and forth. Little Jenna's eyes were closed but a soft voice caused her to open them. She whimpered.
Shh…Jenna. Everything will be alright.
The woman's soft hands brushed her hair off her sweaty face. Then she leaned over and planted a kiss on the girl's forehead.
Grandma, no, Lily. The woman who will not touch her now.