“I can leave,” she whispered.
“No,” I told her.
“This town doesn’t get to throw away another child.”
Months later, Nora’s grandmother could no longer care for her because of severe dementia.
Social services planned to place Nora in foster care.
I couldn’t let that happen.
Emily had loved Nora like a sister.
I wasn’t about to lose both girls.
So I became Nora’s guardian.
Eventually, I adopted her.
The town called me crazy.
They said I was replacing Emily.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Nora never slept in Emily’s bedroom.
She refused to move anything.
Every year she placed a single white daisy on Emily’s pillow before quietly crying alone.
Life slowly moved forward.
Nora graduated high school.
Then college.
She called me Dad for the first time after the adoption papers were signed.
Yet Emily never left our lives.
