I glanced over at Claire, who stood a few feet away. Her eyes were on us, her expression a mix of love and concern. She had always been patient with Lily, understanding of her grief, and eager to build a bond. But was there something beneath that pleasant exterior that I hadn’t seen?

I brushed Lily’s hair from her face and kissed her forehead, trying to provide comfort while my mind raced. “Lily, sweetheart, I promise you’re safe with us. If there’s anything—anything at all—that’s bothering you, you can tell me.”