After many years of missed birthdays and empty promises, he was rarely more than a name on the edge of her memory.
However, this time, he sounded different—soft-spoken, sincere.
He said that he missed her, that he wanted to make up for lost time.
I was cautious, yet Lily deserved a chance to be loved by her father.
Therefore, I agreed, hoping this would be the beginning of something better.
The weekend started well.
Leo sent photos of Lily grinning on a carousel, ice cream smeared on her cheeks, arms outstretched at the park.
