Chapter 19 - The QuestionThat night, Lily crawled into bed between James and me.
Noah climbed in behind her.
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she asked:
“Mommy?”
“Yeah?”
“Grandma isn't coming back, right?”
I looked at James.
He reached for my hand.
“No,” I said softly. “She can't hurt you anymore.”
Lily nodded.
Then she smiled.
“Good.”
She closed her eyes.
Within minutes, she was asleep.
I watched her breathing.
Six years earlier, Margaret had tried to convince us that blood was everything.
She was wrong.
Love had raised Lily.
Love had protected her.
Love had brought Clara back.
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Love had saved Noah.
Love had saved us.
