morning, I curled her hair, kissed her forehead, and sent her off with Mark, believing this day would show her she still mattered to him.

Thirty minutes before the ceremony, my phone rang.

It was Mark’s number.

But the voice on the line was Lily’s, broken by sobs.

“Mommy… they don’t want me anymore.”

Part 2

I drove to the chapel without remembering half continue reading …