“Mommy?” she whispered.

Clara set down her coffee and went to sit on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers through her daughter’s tangled hair.

“Good morning, my sweet girl.

Did you sleep well?” “Mhmm,” Lily nodded, leaning into her.

“Where are Daddy’s flowers?” Clara pointed to the table.

“Right over there, sweetie.

Lupita found us the prettiest vase in the whole hotel.” And Lily’s eyes lit up at the vivid red petals.

“They look happy, Mommy.