rabbit, and a kind woman with gray-streaked hair who had saved her mother’s anniversary flowers.
Years later, when she was old enough to understand the full story, she asked her father why he hadn’t lost his temper and shouted at the people who had treated them so poorly.
Ethan looked over at the portrait of Sarah hanging in their living room, flanked by a fresh bouquet of red roses.
“Because dignity doesn’t need to make a scene to be powerful, Lily,” he said gently. “Sometimes, it
just requires one person
