Lilly hesitated before speaking, as if bracing for impact. “In all your childhood albums, you looked like a tomboy, so… I told him those were his pictures.”

Sarah blinked. “What?”

Lilly bit her lip. “It was the only way to make him believe I was his mother.”

Sarah gaped at her. “You’re serious?”

Lilly nodded weakly.

Sarah threw her hands in the air. “Wow. Mother of the year. How could you do that? You gave him my identity! Those pictures are of me! I’m that person! ...