There were murmurs of confusion, concern, and perhaps a few whispers of judgment, but I couldn’t focus on anything beyond the troubled look on Lily’s face and the resolve I felt to put her needs first, always.

Claire approached us, her expression a mix of surprise and worry. “Is everything okay?” she asked softly, her eyes searching mine.

I glanced at Lily, then back at Claire. “We just need a little more time,” I replied, trying to convey the seriousness without laying blame.

Claire nodded, though I could see the hurt in her eyes. “Of course,” she said slowly.