A young woman stood in the doorway.
Thin.
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Tired.
One hand rested against her chest.
Against my son’s heart.
“Lily,” Rebecca whispered.
The girl looked directly at me.
Suddenly, Ethan’s letter felt completely different.
He had known exactly who would receive his heart.
And if Daniel wasn’t Lily’s father, Ethan had discovered something else I still didn’t understand.
The answer was standing in front of me.
“You’re Laura,” she said.
I nodded.
Lily pressed her hand against her chest.
“Ethan told me you’d have questions.”
My throat tightened.
“Then I hope you have answers.”
“Some.”
She sat beside Rebecca.
“Michael was your father?” I asked.
Lily nodded.
“Daniel wasn’t.”
“Then all that money…”
“Guilt,” Rebecca said. “And responsibility. After what he did to Michael, he wanted to make sure Lily had what she needed.”
I turned to Lily.
“And Ethan knew all of this?”
“He found out before
