look at me.

It was already too late.

The days after Lily came home blended together. Claire hardly held her.

“Claire, please talk to me,” I said one night, sitting at the edge of our bed. “Whatever this is, we can fix it.”

She buried her face in the pillow. “You can’t fix this.”

“Then at least let me try.”

“Please. Just give me some time.”

I convinced myself continue reading …