The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
She grabbed Lily by the shoulder and yanked her to her feet.
Lily didn’t make a sound.
She just slipped the red ribbon into her jacket pocket.
“You’re stalking my daughter,” Rebecca shouted.
I stood up from the bench and told her Lily had reached out to me.
“She asked me to meet her here,” I said.
“You’re scaring the only family I have left,” Rebecca said.
Her fingers went to the big black buttons of her winter coat.