For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
She looked exactly like Ava.
Same golden curls.
Same tiny dimple on the left cheek.
Same wide gray eyes.
My knees nearly gave out.
“Lily?” I whispered.
But Lily was standing beside me, clutching my hand tightly.
The girl in the classroom stared at me with frightened eyes.
“No,” she said softly. “My name is Emily.”