Chapter 13 - Lily Grew Into a Young Woman Who Still Walked Into the Winter Garden Every Tuesday and Refused to Let Anyone Sit There Too SeriouslyLily turned eighteen.
She was studying medicine.
She wanted to work with children.
I wasn't surprised.
She still walked into rooms like she owned them.
She still teased me.
She still called me Statue.
One afternoon, she found me walking across the garden.
She smiled.
“Look at you.”
I laughed.
“Don't start.”
“You used to be an angry statue.”
“I was never angry.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Explain your eyebrows.”
I laughed.
The same joke.
Eight years later.
It still worked.
Audrey joined us.
We stood together beneath the glass roof.
The garden was full of sunlight.
Alive.
May you like
Not haunted.
Alive.
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