already survived the w

r was

with everything else in pieces-had trained my body to keep doing what it always did. I washed my face, tied my

: candles flickering, china shining, crystal bright enough to sting my eyes. It l

atching the light. Lily sat between them, kicking her feet beneath the table, her cheeks pi

her hands resting softly together. Every so often, she seemed to forget something, then re

dn't bother lookin

five

house, th

ed. They did

alized it: no one had

e, beside the kitchen door where cold drafts kept slipping through. It was the se

was wher

speared a slick, syrup-coated c

irst, swe

id! It's goo

pt Lily's offering. Mary practically glowed, as if

he soup tasted like

spoonful to her plate. "You're eating for two now.

began peeling shrimp with careful, practiced mov

have to,"

you shouldn't h

table, and Nicholas Winchest

l, I sat there with a mouthful of tasteless soup and tho

is too salty,"

went stil

y. I'll get it r

that ev

be. "Lily," he said without looking up,

ntie Naomi's soup

chef," I snapped. I regretted it

trying to upset you. I only want to help Nichol

l. "That's Naomi. Some women jus

poon on the t

d toward

stuffed folder upstairs marked six months and a

get

still mine-for now. Eight years of bedtime stories and goodnight ki

"Lily? Brush your teeth. I'

e in her pajamas, book in hand. Her hair

aomi did

tiful. I c

o me. She does t

her's eyes and my stubborn chin. I knelt and tried to smooth

reco

on

il

Naomi is moving in. But you shouldn't be m

cked. I didn't even hav

me?" I w

t she continued, as if she'd rehearsed every word. "Grandma says you're sad beca

came up

ing. He had heard. I could tell by how motionless he stood, his face

only stared, like I was facing a locke

some

ily, then back to m

t as ever. "Abby, let's not make t

rned and w

d, my hands still in my lap, staring at the wedding picture on the dresser. Mary had repla

ne vib

tten a message from that chat

on Friday. Have Abigail move into the gue

Fine. I'll

ead

read it

y window in the house that look

tel

was nothing left in me for that. I just st

efully and quietly-because, I guess