asked whether Grandma knew where she was, Daniel gave the same answer.

‘No. You are safe.’

That meant everything to her.

It mattered to me as well.

Months later, Lily’s hair had grown to her chin.

At first it came uneven, then soft, then stubborn, flipping outward on one side no matter what I tried.

One morning, as I brushed her hair before preschool, she continue reading …