“Then why do we look alike?”
“You always have an answer until I ask that.”
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“I don’t know.”
“You always have an answer until I ask that.”
I finally told her everything I had spent years avoiding. How I called her father until he changed his number, wrote letters that came back unopened, and waited far longer than I should have.
“I didn’t tell you those details because they still hurt,” I admitted. “Not because Max is your father.”
Lily dismissed every word as another lie.
I started studying his face too.
The distance between us settled into our routines. Lily stopped wandering into the kitchen while I cooked and began taking her dinner upstairs.
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When I passed her room, I heard Max’s interviews playing behind the door. Once, I knocked and offered to watch one with her, hoping curiosity might succeed where arguments had failed.
