Chapter 11 - The Table With Four Chairs
Six months after the porch, Lily asked to meet them.
Emma did not react right away.
She was washing strawberries at the sink.
The bowl slipped slightly in her hands.
“You’re sure?”
Lily sat at the kitchen island, swinging one foot.
“No.”
Emma turned.
Lily gave a small smile.
“But I think I want to be curious without being scared.”
Emma set the bowl down.
That sentence felt like a miracle and a warning.
They chose a therapist’s office.
Neutral.
Bright.
No family house.
No doors with old ghosts.
Four chairs were arranged in a circle.
Emma sat beside Lily.
Richard and Patricia arrived ten minutes early and waited in the lobby until invited.
Richard looked thinner.
Patricia looked older.
Neither brought gifts.
Good.
When they entered, Patricia began to cry immediately, then stopped herself.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m trying not to make you take care of my feelings.”
Lily studied her.
“Okay.”
Richard sat carefully, like sudden movements might lose him the room.
The therapist began with rules.
No excuses.
No demands.
No touching without permission.
No asking for forgiveness.
Richard nodded.
Patricia nodded.
Lily held Emma’s hand.
The first meeting was awkward.
Painfully.
Patricia asked Lily about school, then stopped herself from sounding too eager.
Richard asked about science because Grace had told him Lily loved biology.
Lily answered in short sentences.
Then silence came.
Richard looked at Emma.
For years, his look would have demanded rescue.
Emma did not rescue him.
He looked back at Lily.
“I don’t know how to talk to you,” he admitted.
Lily blinked.
“That’s honest.”
Richard’s eyes filled.
“Yes.”
Lily thought about it.
“You can ask one question.”
He swallowed.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Lily answered without hesitation.
“A pediatric cardiologist.”
Patricia pressed a hand to her mouth but did not interrupt.
Richard lowered his head.
“That makes sense.”
Lily looked at him.
“Because of my heart?”
“Yes.”
“And because I want kids to have doctors who talk to them, not around them.”
Emma squeezed her hand.
Richard nodded slowly.
“You would be very good at that.”
Lily looked down.
“Maybe.”
“Not maybe,” Patricia whispered.
Lily looked at her.
Patricia’s face tightened, as if she was fighting the urge to say too much.
Then she said only, “I hope I get to see it someday.”
That was better.
Not I deserve.
Not I will.
I hope.
The meeting lasted forty minutes.
At the end, Patricia asked, “May I hug you?”
Lily shook her head.
“No.”
Patricia’s face cracked.
But she nodded.
“Thank you for telling me.”
Richard stood.
“Thank you for seeing us.”
Lily said, “I saw you. I don’t know you yet.”
Richard’s lips trembled.
“That’s fair.”
Outside, in the parking lot, Lily leaned into Emma.
“That was weird.”
Emma laughed softly.
“Very.”
“Can we get ice cream?”
“Yes.”
“Can we maybe do it again next month?”
Emma’s heart twisted.
“If you want.”
Lily looked at the sky.
“I don’t forgive them. But I don’t want them to be monsters in my head forever.”
Emma kissed her hair.
That was not the ending Emma had imagined.
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It was braver.
👉 Lily agreed to keep the door open a little, but Emma still had to decide whether being a daughter again was something she wanted for herself.
