Eventually, Lily left for college in another state and built a life there.
“She doesn’t know about you,” Margaret added quietly. “Just like you never knew about her.”
Meeting Lily
Lily and I had lived parallel lives.
For a while, I did nothing. I let the truth settle, let the shock wear off enough to think clearly. But I knew one thing: if I was going to find my sister, it had to be done carefully. She hadn’t asked for this story.
A week later, I called Margaret.
“I need to ask you something. And you don’t have to say yes.”
She sighed. “I wondered when you’d call.”
