Chapter 6 - The Woman I Thought Was an AngelMonths passed.
Lily began therapy.
She slowly regained confidence.
She started sleeping through the night.
She stopped flinching when someone entered the room.
One evening, she asked me something.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Do you still believe in angels?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
“Even after Cassandra?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because one bad person doesn't make goodness disappear.”
She thought about it.
Then she said,
“Mommy is an angel.”
I nodded.
“She is.”
Lily smiled.
“And maybe you're my angel.”
I laughed.
“No.”
She frowned.
“Why not?”
“Because I'm your dad.”
“Dads can be angels.”
I hugged her.
“Maybe.”
She smiled.
Then she handed me a drawing.
It showed three people holding hands.
Me.
Her.
And her mother.
Above them was a huge yellow sun.
I framed it.
May you like
I put it in my office.
Right beside the photograph of Eleanor.
