He hadn’t believed her then. But now, watching Lily through the window, he did.

As he started the engine, a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and spilled across the dashboard. He smiled faintly. “I see it now,” he whispered.

That night, when he came to pick Lily up, she ran straight into his arms, holding a crumpled piece of paper.

“Daddy! Look! I drew our family!”

He looked down at the drawing — three stick figures holding hands under a big yellow sun.