That was the last time we saw her. A friend of Mark’s took us in until we could relocate to our new home.
A year later, Lily sat on the couch, cradling her new baby brother. The light from the window hit her face just right, and I snapped a photo, no filter needed. We turned it into a postcard and sent it to Susan’s address.
No return address. Just a simple note written in Lily’s careful handwriting:
From the family you tried to split.
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