too similar.”
My stomach turned.
“Similar to Rebecca’s?”
He nodded.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know what it was.”
“That’s exactly when you tell me.”
“I know.”
“No, apparently you don’t.”
Lily interrupted.
“Dad took me to the dentist.”
I looked at him.
“You what?”
Daniel explained.
The small white box wasn’t some mysterious collection of tools he’d been using on Lily.
It contained supplies given to him after an appointment.
The dentist had examined the spot and thought it was most likely irritation or a common benign lesion.
But because it hadn’t disappeared quickly—and because Daniel had mentioned his sister’s history—the dentist recommended that Lily be evaluated by an appropriate specialist.
The appointment was scheduled for Friday morning.
Tomorrow.
Daniel had been checking the area each night because he was terrified it was changing.
“With a dental mirror?”
He looked embarrassed.
“I bought it at a
