Now the door opens, Lily walks in, tosses another ridiculous book recommendation onto my desk, and grins.
And when I look at her, I don’t see the future my daughter never had.
I see the girl standing in front of me.
I see my niece.
I see Lily.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author and publisher disclaim accuracy, liability, and responsibility for interpretations or reliance. All images are for illustration purposes only.
