eyes.
Karen had done more than forget me.
She had buried me while I was still alive.
“Where are you?”
“In my room,” Lily said. “I found an old Christmas card from you in Mom’s drawer. It had your handwriting. I searched your name online and found the sale record for the house.”
Clever girl.
Helen would have adored that.
“Does your mother know you called?”
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