But I knew one thing.
Nora had not deserved to spend her childhood carrying the weight of everyone’s suspicion.
And whatever the truth turned out to be, we were going to face it together.
That night, before going to bed, Nora placed another white daisy on Emily’s pillow.
I stood in the doorway and watched her.
For ten years, I had thought those flowers were simply a way of remembering her best friend.
Now I wondered whether every single daisy had also been a silent plea for someone to finally discover the truth.
Because sometimes, the person everyone blames is the very person who has been waiting the longest to tell the truth.
