Then it clicked.
It could be that she’d twisted the truth into a weapon. She’d stolen a copy of the paperwork Lily had been quietly working on and rewritten it into a lie.
David had only revealed that Lily had meant to buy back the years my job had taken from us.
It seemed my daughter hadn’t been hiding betrayal from me. She’d been hiding a gift.
And I had thrown her out of the house for it.
I started the car and drove toward Rachel’s.
She’d stolen a copy of the paperwork.
***
Lily was sitting on the front steps in an oversized sweatshirt, her eyes swollen from crying.
I sat down next to her and didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I should’ve listened before I accused you of anything.”
Lily wiped her face with her sleeve.
