“Did you hear that?”
Vanessa looked confused.
“Her dress?”
“Nora made it.”
For the first time that evening, my sister looked directly at Lily.
My daughter stood beside me, gently touching the bow at her waist.
Grandma continued.
“That dress you called cheap was one of the last gifts Lily’s mother made for her.”
My mother covered her mouth.
Vanessa stared at the floor.
My father said nothing.
Lily tugged at my sleeve.
“Daddy, can we go home now?”
I looked down.
“Absolutely, sweetheart.”
Before we reached the door, Grandma called my name.
“Daniel.”
I turned.
She stood beside the table, holding Nora’s letter.
“I can’t undo the years I lost with you. And I can’t bring Nora back.”
Her voice trembled.
“But I hope you’ll let me be part of Lily’s life.”
I walked toward her.
“You already are, Grandma.”
