Claire knelt down as we approached, bringing herself to Lily’s eye level. “Hi, Lily,” she said softly, her voice a balm of gentleness. “I know this is a big day with lots of feelings. And it’s okay to feel everything you’re feeling.”

Lily clung to my arm but looked at Claire, studying her, searching for something only she could define. Claire smiled, her warmth genuine and steady. “I’m not here to replace your mom, sweetheart. I’m here to be your friend, to love you, and to help your dad keep his promises. You can tell me anything, anytime.”