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Chapter 7 - THE DAY DANIEL FOUND HIS DAUGHTER

Daniel didn't demand to see Lily immediately.

He wanted to.

Desperately.

But Emma explained that Lily didn't know him.

And he understood that rushing could frighten her.

They met with a family counselor.

Discussed how to introduce him.

Agreed to move slowly.

Daniel arranged to stay in Burlington.

For as long as necessary.

Three days later, Emma brought Lily to a small park.

Daniel waited near a bench.

He wore jeans.

A blue sweater.

And looked more nervous than Emma had ever seen him.

Lily ran ahead carrying a stuffed rabbit.

“Mommy!”

Emma smiled.

“Sweetheart, come here.”

Lily stopped.

Emma knelt beside her.

“There's someone I'd like you to meet.”

Lily looked toward Daniel.

He smiled gently.

“Hi, Lily.”

She stared.

“Hi.”

Daniel crouched.

“My name is Daniel.”

Lily looked at him.

Then at Emma.

“Like the prince in my book?”

Daniel laughed softly.

“Maybe.”

They spent twenty minutes talking about rabbits.

Books.

Rain boots.

And whether dinosaurs would enjoy pancakes.

Daniel answered every question seriously.

Emma watched from the bench.

Her heart ached.

Because she could see it.

The connection.

The curiosity.

The way Lily tilted her head exactly like Daniel.

Eventually, Lily asked:

“Are you Mommy's friend?”

Daniel looked at Emma.

She nodded gently.

He turned back to Lily.

“Yes.”

Lily smiled.

“Okay.”

Over the following weeks, Daniel visited regularly.

He read stories.

Played games.

Learned Lily's routines.

And gradually, with Emma's guidance, they began explaining that he was her father.

One afternoon, Lily looked at him.

“Daddy?”

Daniel froze.

His eyes filled.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She held out a book.

“Can you read this?”

Daniel took it.

His hands shook.

“Of course.”

That night, after Lily fell asleep, Daniel sat alone in his rented apartment.

He looked at the photograph Emma had given him.

Lily smiling in yellow rain boots.

Then he whispered:

May you like

“I'm here now.”

And for the first time in four years, he allowed himself to believe that something good might still be possible.

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