"He asked how I felt about you. And I said I wanted you to keep staying." She looked straight at me. "I told Dad I wanted you. And he said he wanted you too."
I put my hand over my mouth.
Something in me loosened.
I had been afraid that Daniel saw a grieving mother and chose me to fill an empty place in Lily's life.
Something in me loosened.
But Lily had begun choosing me before any of those pieces came together, and I had begun loving her the same way.
Daniel's secret ran alongside all of it. It never made any of it.
I didn't forgive Daniel in that kitchen. He had kept Mr. Bunny for years, married me without telling me the truth, and left his daughter to deliver it after he died.
But I no longer had to wonder whether Lily had been handed to me like a consolation prize.
I didn't forgive Daniel in that kitchen.
She chose me first. And I chose her, every ordinary day after, with every braid.
We sat on the kitchen floor for a long time. The soup went cold.
Eventually Lily reached out and touched the rabbit's crooked ear.
"Who does he belong to?"
I took a breath. "His name is Mr. Bunny. He belonged to my daughter."
Lily reached out and touched the rabbit's crooked ear.
"I know you had a daughter." She said it carefully. "But I never knew her name."
"It was Josie."
Lily whispered it back, testing it. "Josie."
I told her how Josie carried him everywhere, even into the bathtub, and loved him so hard that his fur wore off.
"But I never knew her name."
Lily was quiet, leaning on my shoulder.
Then she asked the question she actually needed.
"So... you're still my mommy?"
"Yes."
I said the word before she'd finished her sentence.
She melted against me. A moment later she looked at the rabbit again, and her voice went soft.
"So... you're still my mommy?"
"Will you tell me about Josie?"
So I did. I started with the way Josie sang off-key in the car, and how she wouldn't eat anything green unless Mr. Bunny went first.
Lily stroked him gently the whole time, like she was comforting him.
He'd come a long way to get here.
But finally, he'd come home, to me, like Josie wanted.
