we’d go to Disneyland.”
One year later, I stood at a podium in the ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton in a gown of midnight blue silk, looking out at a room full of people who had no idea how close I had come to staying invisible forever. In the front row, Lily — six years old now, gap-toothed and bright-eyed — waved at me from beside her nanny.
She didn’t continue reading …
