“She fainted? She’ll live. 0ur flight with your sister leaves at six,” Dad said, and they went. I spent nine days in that ward alne. They str0lled back demanding to sign me out.

And frightened.

At first, I assumed something terrible had happened in Los Angeles.

Then her teacher called me and asked one question that made my stomach drop.

“How is Lily doing after what happened?”

I had raised Lily alone for fifteen years, which meant I had become very good at worrying.

Whenever panic started taking over, I repeated the same sentence to myself.

Deal with what you know.

What I knew was simple.