As a mother, I’ve learned that you can’t protect your child from every heartbreak. But the one waiting for my daughter on what should have been a joyful day was something I never saw coming.
The apartment was quiet most nights, just the hum of the dishwasher and the soft sound of Lily breathing in the next room. Five years had passed since Mark and I signed the divorce papers, and I’d built a small, careful life on the other side of that ending.
