Chapter 8 - The Choice Lily Made Herself Spring arrived with yellow daffodils pushing through the garden Madison once wanted redesigned.
Daniel left them exactly where they were.
Rachel had planted them years earlier.
Lily noticed.
She said nothing.
She simply smiled one morning when she saw the first flowers.
By April, nearly seven months had passed since the wedding.
Daniel had not dated.
Friends occasionally suggested someone.
He declined.
Not because he had sworn off love.
Because for the first time since Rachel died, he understood that loneliness did not require immediate correction.
He could be lonely sometimes and still have a good life.
He could miss adult companionship without turning the next person he met into a solution.
Most importantly, Lily no longer needed to wonder whether a stranger entering Daniel’s life could quietly push her toward the edge of it.
One Sunday morning, Lily asked about Madison’s letter.
They were making pancakes.
Daniel nearly dropped the spatula.
“The letter from December?”
“Yes.”
“You want it?”
“I think so.”
Daniel turned off the stove.
He did not ask why she had changed her mind.
He went upstairs, retrieved the sealed envelope from a drawer, and placed it on the kitchen table.
Lily stared at it.
“Can you stay?”
“Of course.”
She opened the envelope.
Madison’s letter was four pages long.
Lily read slowly.
Daniel watched her face.
Sometimes she frowned.
Once she wiped her eyes.
At the end, she folded the pages again.
“What did she say?” Daniel asked only after Lily remained quiet for several minutes.
“She said she was jealous of Mom.”
Daniel nodded.
“She said she thought if you loved Mom forever, then you couldn’t love her enough.”
Daniel looked down.
“She said that?”
Lily nodded.
“She said she knew that sounds stupid now.”
Daniel almost corrected the word.
He did not.
Lily continued.
“She said she wanted everything to look like our new family so badly that she started hating anything from before.”
Daniel sat across from her.
“How do you feel?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s allowed.”
“She said she was sorry for hitting me.”
Daniel waited.
“She said she remembers my face after she did it.”
Lily’s eyes filled.
“She said she hopes I never think I deserved it.”
Daniel reached across the table.
Lily took his hand.
“Do you believe her?”
Daniel answered carefully.
“I believe she regrets what she did.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He smiled faintly.
Lily had become very good at refusing partial answers.
“Do I believe every word in the letter? I don’t know. Only Madison knows exactly what she feels.”
Lily nodded.
“Do I have to forgive her?”
“No.”
“What if I do someday?”
“That’s okay too.”
“Would you?”
Daniel leaned back.
He considered the question longer than Lily expected.
“I don’t know what forgiveness will mean for me yet.”
“You still hate her?”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
Lily looked surprised.
“I was angry enough to hate her.”
“What changed?”
“Carrying that much anger started giving her too much space in my life.”
Lily thought about it.
“So you don’t want her back.”
“No.”
“But you don’t hate her.”
“No.”
“That’s confusing.”
“It is.”
Lily smiled slightly.
“Adults are weird.”
“Extremely.”
She folded Madison’s letter and placed it back inside the envelope.
Then she picked up the silver locket she had begun wearing occasionally.
“Can we change the picture?”
Daniel looked at it.
“The family picture?”
“No. The other one.”
Daniel frowned.
There were only two sides.
Lily opened the locket.
She had already changed something.
Rachel’s image remained on one side.
On the other, instead of the photograph with Daniel and Lily, she had placed a tiny picture of herself.
Daniel stared.
“What happened to our picture?”
“It’s in my desk.”
He pretended to be offended.
“Wow.”
Lily laughed.
Then she became serious.
“I wanted Mom on one side and me on the other.”
“Why?”
“Because the locket was supposed to be about who belongs in the family.”
Daniel waited.
“And I belong too.”
His throat tightened.
“Yes, you do.”
Lily looked at the photograph of herself.
“I think I forgot that for a while.”
Daniel stood and walked around the table.
He hugged her from behind.
She leaned into him.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For letting you feel like you had to earn your place.”
Lily turned.
“You didn’t know.”
“No.”
“But now you do.”
Daniel smiled.
“Now I do.”
Later that afternoon they drove to the cemetery.
Lily had asked to visit Rachel.
They brought daffodils from the garden.
Daniel stood several feet away while Lily knelt beside the headstone.
She talked softly for several minutes.
Daniel could not hear everything.
He did not try.
Some conversations belonged only to Lily and her mother.
When she finished, she placed one flower beside Rachel’s name.
Then she returned to Daniel.
“What did you tell her?” he asked.
Lily slipped her hand into his.
“That I’m okay.”
Daniel looked toward the headstone.
His eyes burned.
Lily squeezed his hand.
“And I told her you’re okay too.”
Daniel laughed through the tears.
“Did she believe you?”
Lily smiled.
“Probably not.”
They walked toward the car.
Behind them, the cemetery was quiet beneath the spring sun.
Daniel did not feel as though he was leaving Rachel.
He had finally learned there was a difference between leaving a place and leaving a person behind.
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Love did not work that way.
Neither did healing.
