My 16-Year-Old Daughter Stayed up All Night Sewing a Dress for Her Classmate The Next M0rning, the Girl’s Mother Asked, ‘Do You Know Why She Really Did It?’

“Lily, wake up, sweetheart. We need to talk.”

It was early morning, barely half past six. The house was gray and cold.

“We need to talk.”

I crossed the room and yanked back the comforter.

“Lily, please. Answer me.”

The bed was empty.

The sheets were smooth and cool. Nobody had slept there.