It had been far too long since we’d enjoyed a relaxed family gathering—one without deadlines, errands, or constant distractions. So when my sister Susan invited us to her home for an afternoon by the pool, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity for Lily to spend time with her cousins.
Eight-year-old Lily—our “Tiger-lily”—was bright-eyed, curious, and loved the water. When she was excited, her splashing got a little enthusiastic, but it was all in harmless fun.
Susan’s invitation had sounded warm, but there was a formality in her tone. Since marrying Cooper, her life had shifted toward manicured lawns, themed events, and carefully planned gatherings. I wanted to believe she was truly happy, even if she sometimes seemed more distant.
The drive to her home took us past winding roads and gated neighborhoods. When the grand house came into view, Lily pressed her face to the window. The pale stone walls, tall windows, and shimmering blue pool looked like something from a magazine.
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