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At Chloe’s fourth birthday party, Vanessa hired a photographer. Two hundred pictures went up on a private gallery. Later, Vanessa posted eighteen of them.
Lily appeared once.
Not her face. Not even her whole body.
Just her arm, blurred in the corner, reaching for a cupcake.
I told myself it didn’t matter.
Lily was three. She didn’t know.
Then Lily continue reading …