who couldn’t have children. They told me she died and faked everything—from the hospital records to the funeral. I was devastated. Betrayed. But also determined. I tracked down Ellen and insisted on meeting my daughter—now called Lily. When I finally saw her, I knew instantly: she was mine. She had my eyes, my smile,
and an undeniable connection I could never forget. The road ahead is complicated. Margaret is facing legal consequences, Aaron and I are divorced, and I’m doing everything I can to rebuild a relationship with my daughter. That pink blanket, once a painful reminder of loss, became the key to the truth—and to the second chance I never imagined I’d have.