Chapter 11 - Lily Started Calling My Mansion “Home,” and Every Night I Remembered the Little Girl Who Had Saved Me in Central ParkWe moved into a smaller house.

No guards in every hallway.
No locked rooms.
No secrets.
Elena planted flowers.
Lily painted the walls.
I pretended not to notice.
One evening, she asked,
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Why were you blind?”
I told her the truth.
“Someone hurt me.”
“Are they gone?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She hugged me.
Then she whispered,
“I knew you could see.”
I laughed.
“You did?”
May you like
She nodded.
“Your eyes were just sleeping.”
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