She looked at Thomas.

“Dad.”

“Lily.”

“Did you take Grandma out of my family photograph?”

Thomas rubbed one hand over his mouth.

“Can we please not do this right now?”

Lily stared at him.

And suddenly, for the first time in years, I saw the little crease between her eyebrows that had belonged to her mother.

Rebecca’s crease.

The sight nearly stole my breath.

“No,” Lily said.

Her voice was not loud.

That made it stronger.

“We’re doing it right now.”

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