Claire took a brief moment to get Lily’s parents’ consent before speaking to her. There were no secrets left to hide. She entered Lily’s room carrying white flowers and that same wooden box. “I think you should know,” she said gently, kneeling beside the bed. “You carry my son’s heart.”
Lily’s parents smiled through their tears. Her mother covered her mouth, tears spilling before a word could form. Lily looked down at her chest, fingers brushing the faint scar. “That’s why he wouldn’t leave me,” she whispered, voice shaking.