Noah remembered the day she disappeared.
The rain against the windows.
To his mother, who was crying in the kitchen.
To his father Daniel, who ran through the streets calling Lily’s name until his voice broke.
And to his grandfather Harold, who was sitting quietly in the living room.
— She probably wanted a different life — said Harold.
Noah hated those words.
Because Lily would never have left without saying goodbye.
The years passed.
