Lily and I stayed home to cook dinner. She insisted we decorate with sunflowers, plucking them from the backyard and pushing them into a vase that wobbled like a newborn deer.
She hummed while stirring batter, blissfully unaware that she had shifted the entire direction of our week. The house felt warm, but beneath my steady hands, every part of me was bracing for answers.
As evening settled, a knock landed on the door—exactly when Lily had said it would, the moment our “game” turned into something
