and left.
But while driving to my friend Sarah’s house, a disturbing memory surfaced.
My father frequently had a little girl named Lily visiting him.
He had introduced her as an old friend’s granddaughter.
Last Christmas, I had even bought her a doll.
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Ethan had been there, helping the little girl open her presents.
I remembered how naturally he had brushed the hair from her face.
I pulled into a parking lot and searched through my Christmas photographs.
There she was.