The house smelled of dust, medicine and closed windows. Curtains Heavy blocked the light. Family photos hung crooked on the walls. At the end of the hall was the bedroom from Harold.
Noah came in and felt cold.
Daniel opened drawers while Noah removed the sheets from the bed. Then he noticed that the mattress looked uneven.
One corner was higher than the others.
He lifted her.
At first he saw old newspapers.
Then something pink.
Noah's heart stopped.
He slowly pulled it out.
It was a piece of old cloth. Discolored. Dirty. Almost undoing.
But in one corner there were three little white flowers.
Hand sewn.
Noah fell to his knees.
“Dad...
Daniel turned.
“What’s going on?”
Noah raised the cloth with trembling hands.
I think this was Lily's.
Daniel stared at her. The color disappeared from his face.
Then he whispered:
