I didn’t watch them put him in the back of the car. I was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs inside, holding Lily in my arms. She was shaking so badly her teeth were chattering, but she wasn’t crying.

She was just staring at the blue lunchbox I was holding for her.

That was six months ago.

Lily didn’t go into the foster system. It turned out she had an aunt, a sweet woman named Clara who lived just three towns over in Michigan. Clara had been trying to contact Richard for years, but he had completely blocked her out after Lily’s mother died.

Yesterday, Clara brought Lily over to our house for dinner.

Lily was wearing a bright pink sweater that actually fit her. Her cheeks were round and pink, and she had gained almost ten pounds.

She spent the entire afternoon running around the backyard with Toby, their laughter echoing through the trees.

When it was time for dinner, Toby helped me set the table. He put out the plates, the forks, and then he paused.

He walked over to the pantry and pulled out his faded blue canvas lunchbox. He brought it to the table and placed it right in the center, next to the bowl of mashed potatoes.

I looked at him, confused. “Toby, why is your lunchbox on the table?”

Lily walked into the kitchen right then, her eyes landing on the blue box.

She didn’t look scared anymore. A huge, beautiful smile broke across her face.

“Because it’s our favorite decoration,” Lily said, pulling out her chair.

I looked at the two of them, and for the first time in six months, the cold feeling in my chest was completely gone. I set the heavy platter of chicken down next to the blue lunchbox and smiled.

“You’re exactly right, Lily,” I said. “It’s the best thing we own.”