I finally got the door open, just enough to step inside, and found another note on the floor.
Had I said something wrong? Pushed too hard about college applications? Not pushed enough?
Was this about her mother? About the house Daniel left that was technically still in his name? About me never officially being her parent because I’d been too afraid to overstep?
I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and called Lily.
She answered on the second ring, like she’d been waiting.
Had I said something wrong?
“Lily, honey,” I said, my voice already breaking. “What’s this? What did I do wrong?”
“There’s one last thing I need to tell you before you leave the house,” she said.
“Please. Just talk to me. I don’t understand what’s happening…”
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