Overwhelmed, I whispered, “Tell me about Lily.”
Jess’s voice lifted, warm and proud. “She’s grown now. She has Kate’s laugh, her kindness, her way of drawing people in. She always knew she was adopted, and she knows about Kate.” There was a pause, then a hesitant question: “Would… would you like to meet her?”
I froze. The silence on my end stretched. Part of me longed to see Lily, the daughter Kate had hidden from me. But fear held me back. Could I ever meet her without resentment clouding my heart? Could I see her as herself, and not as the secret that had haunted my wife?
Now I’m left torn between longing and dread, wondering if meeting Lily would bring healing—or reopen wounds too deep to bear.
I still don’t know if I should meet her. What would you do in my place?
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