AISLYNSilence stretches after Lily’s last words, thick and weighted. I feel as though I am standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous, peering down into a truth that cannot be unseen. Every choice ahead feels sharpened, edged with consequence.

“Your child,” I say finally, breaking the quiet. My voice is softer than I intend. “You’ve spoken of her, but I haven’t seen her.”

Lily’s shoulders stiffen, instinctive and protective. For a heartbeat, I wonder if I’ve pushed ...