Lily never imagined a simple pendant could stir so much resentment. To her, it carried memory and love, but to her stepmother, it is nothing but a cheap embarrassment. When that clash explodes in front of others, the fallout proves far more powerful than anyone expected.
My name’s Lily, and I’m 16 now.
Mom’s name was Nora. She was the kind of gentle woman who made you automatically lower your voice around her.
Her presence alone felt like a soft lullaby.Continue reading…