One day she added, “I don’t get to play with her anymore. Teacher said I shouldn’t.”
That was when my unease turned into dread.
A few days later, I left work early and went to pick Lily up myself. As I approached the house, I saw a little girl playing in the yard.
My heart nearly stopped.
She looked exactly like my daughter.
Same eyes. Same nose. Same expression.
The resemblance was so strong it felt unreal.
Anna came out and froze for half a second when she saw me. Her smile looked forced.
I asked casually, “Is that your daughter?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”
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