I adopted a five-year-old girl I found wrapped in my late daughter’s jacket – years later, she handed me a note and said, “Your daughter asked me to give this to you today.”

hand, and stopped.

The bags slipped from his hands.

“What is that?”

I stood up.

“Lily’s voice,” I said. “The one you buried.”

The bags slipped from his hands.

Ava froze.

I turned to her.

The moment I heard her bedroom door close, I looked at Daniel.

“Go upstairs for a little while, sweetheart.”

She hesitated, then went. She left the jacket on the couch.

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