Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

my knees nearly gave out.

Inside was a photograph.

A girl stood beside a roadside sunflower field, wearing a sleeveless yellow dress, sunlight on her bare collarbone, her face turned slightly toward the camera.

For one impossible second, my heart stopped.

Because I thought I was looking at Lily.

Older.

Taller.

Alive.

Patrick snatched the photograph out of continue reading …