Nothing that could change a life. But life rarely stays on script, and sometimes the truth arrives quietly, wearing innocence instead of shock. For me, it came from the back seat of the car, delivered by a five-year-old gripping a purple crayon like it was a magic wand.
Lily has always viewed the world in her own vivid shades. She has theories about everything—the moon follows our car because it enjoys our jokes, puddles are “mirrors for the sky,” and the neighbor’s dog secretly speaks English.
