One remote.

A pillow.

And something in Lily that had remained too quiet.

She laughed loudly again.

Worth every shoe.

PART 52 — THE FIRST TIME SHE FLINCHES LESS

Healing was gradual.

For months, if I reached toward Lily unexpectedly, her shoulders tightened.

Then one afternoon she ran across the yard and threw both arms around me.

No hesitation.