She said Lily wasn’t really Marcus’s child. We were horrified. We searched all night and found Lily the next morning, scared and heartbroken, clutching her stuffed bunny. She thought we had abandoned her. We brought her home and cut Helena out of our lives.
When I later told Helena I was pregnant, she lit up—until Marcus said, “You won’t meet this one either.” Lily is our daughter. Always was. And now, we choose love—not blood—and never look back.