Evelyn let out a heavy sigh, the weight of yesterday still lingering. Across the table, Lily was blissfully unaware, happily munching on her pancakes, her innocence a sharp contrast to the tension in the house. Evelyn’s heart ached with a quiet determination—she would protect that joy for as long as she could.
“Okay, Michael,” she said, her voice measured, a mix of hesitation and curiosity. “Come over. Let’s talk.”
An hour later, Michael arrived with Claire. Both looked unusually serious. Evelyn guided them into the living room, offering seats while keeping her guard up. Lily, sensing the tension, was sent to the backyard, her playhouse a sanctuary for the morning.
Claire inhaled sharply, her usual confidence softened. “Evelyn, I need to apologize for the party,” she began. “Seeing Lily like that without warning—I know it must have shocked you.”
Evelyn listened quietly, letting her take a moment. Michael’s gaze on his wife was supportive but urging her to continue.
“The truth,” Claire continued, “is that shaving Lily’s hair wasn’t just for fun. Her school was hosting a charity event for children with alopecia. I thought it would be meaningful if Lily participated. We talked about it, and she was actually excited to show support. But I should have spoken to you first. I realize that now.”
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