Daniel could never give back.”
“What?”
Before she could answer, a voice came from behind me.
“Mom?”
Michael left something behind.
Rebecca went pale.
I turned.
A young woman stood in the doorway.
Thin. Tired.
One hand rested against her chest.
Against my son’s heart.
Rebecca went pale.
“Lily,” Rebecca whispered.
The girl looked straight at me.
And suddenly Ethan’s letter felt different.
He had known exactly who would receive his heart.
But if he’d been wrong about Daniel being her father, then there was still something he had discovered that I hadn’t.
And Lily was standing right in front of me with the answer.
Against my son’s heart.
“You’re Laura,” she said.
I nodded.
Lily pressed her hand to her chest. “Ethan told me you’d have questions.”
My throat tightened. “Then I hope you have answers.”
“Some.”
Ethan’s letter felt different.
She sat beside Rebecca.
“Michael was your father?”
