It did not.
The ceremony started a few minutes later.
I did not know then that Gabriella had told her sisters about contacting Clarissa the night before. I did not know Lily had decided secrets had already done enough damage in our family.
“I want to say something about my father.”
When Lily stepped up to the microphone, her white cane rested folded against the chair behind her. The principal had asked each student speaker to keep things short and upbeat. Lily had always understood when rules mattered and when truth mattered more.
She cleared her throat.
“I want to say something about my father,” she said, “because courage is not pretending painful things never happened. Courage is asking the question anyway.”
My chest tightened.
That was when I understood.
Then Lily turned her face slightly, not quite toward Gabriella, but close enough that I saw Nora notice it too.
