Chapter 8

Lily reached into her woven basket and pulled out a single, flawless red rose, holding it out toward Eleanor. "Here, my mommy says flowers make bad days turn into good ones."
Eleanor accepted the rose with trembling fingers, her mind racing with a hundred unanswered questions. This child was her niece—flesh and blood she had mourned for two decades.
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"Where do you live, Lily?" Eleanor asked softly, her voice thick with emotion. "Where does your mother keep you safe?"
Before Lily could answer, the glass doors swung open wider, and a tired-looking woman with weary eyes hurried into the lobby. "Lily! I told you not to wander off into corporate buildings!"