The same age Lucy would have been.
I had spent years imagining what my daughter might look like.
And suddenly, standing in my sister’s living room, was a little girl who resembled those dreams.
I managed to remain cheerful through our visit.
But afterward, when I got into my car, I cried.
Not because I resented Nora’s happiness.
I didn’t.
I was grateful she’d found Ellie.
I simply missed the daughter I’d never been able to raise.
As the days passed, Ellie began growing attached to me.
She called me
