We hadn’t seen Erin in months. When she gave birth to a baby boy, the whole family traveled to celebrate!
Gifts in hand, I was just as excited to meet the newborn and my goddaughter, Lily.

Except… she wasn’t there.

“Where’s Lily?” I asked.

Erin froze, glanced at her boyfriend, then shrugged.
“Oh. I gave her back.”
Silence.
“You—what?” My stomach dropped.
“I always wanted a boy. Now I have one. Why would I need a daughter?”
I felt sick. “You GAVE HER BACK?! She’s a child, not a return item!”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax. She wasn’t really mine anyway. Just… temporary.”
That’s when I snapped.

Lily wasn’t temporary—she was also my goddaughter, the little girl who filled the void left by my miscarriages.
“TEMPORARY?! You let her call you Mom, held her in your arms, and threw her away the second you got your ‘real’ kid?!”

Erin scoffed. “She was a foster kid, okay?”

I was shaking with rage.

Suddenly, we heard sharp knocks on the door.

Erin paled. The knocking grew more insistent, almost urgent. I turned to her, my heart pounding.

“Who is that?” I demanded.

She didn’t answer, just exchanged a nervous glance with her boyfriend.

I stormed toward the door and flung it open.

A woman stood there, her eyes sharp with barely contained fury. She was dressed in a crisp blazer, her expression unreadable but stern. Next to her stood a uniformed officer.

“Erin Matthews?” the woman asked.

Erin hesitated. “Yes?”

The woman pulled out a badge. “I’m Karen Holloway from Child Protective Services. We need to talk.”

Erin’s face went white as the officer stepped forward. “May we come in?”

Erin swallowed hard but stepped aside. I stood there, arms crossed, watching as they entered. Her boyfriend slunk toward the kitchen, clearly wanting no part of this.

Karen wasted no time. “We received an anonymous tip that you abandoned your foster daughter, Lily. Is that true?”

Erin straightened her shoulders. “I didn’t abandon her. I returned her to the system. I had every right. I was fostering her. It wasn’t permanent.”

Karen’s expression hardened. “You were fostering her with the intention of adopting. You signed legal documents stating you were committed to giving her a home. That is not a lease agreement you can cancel when something better comes along.”

Erin crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. “I changed my mind. I wanted a boy. And now I have one.”

Karen exhaled sharply. “That little girl thought she had a family. You let her believe that, and then you threw her away like she was nothing. Do you even know what that does to a child?”

I could see Karen was barely holding back her anger, and honestly, I admired her restraint. I wasn’t feeling as patient.

“Where is Lily now?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Karen turned to me, her gaze softening just slightly. “She was placed in an emergency home, but she’s devastated. She won’t eat, barely speaks, and keeps asking where her mommy is.”

I clenched my fists. “I want to see her. Can I see her?”

Karen hesitated. “You’re her godmother?”

“Yes.”

She studied me for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. But Erin—” she turned back to my sister “—you need to understand something. Actions have consequences.”

Erin scoffed. “What consequences? It’s not like I broke a law.”

The officer beside Karen finally spoke. “Actually, that’s what we’re here to discuss. There are laws against abandonment. And against misleading a child and social services for the sake of temporary care. You signed legal intent to adopt—”

“I changed my mind!”

“That doesn’t erase what you did.”

For the first time, real panic flickered in Erin’s eyes. “What’s going to happen to me?”

Karen crossed her arms. “That depends on what happens next. You can face serious legal repercussions, Erin. But more than that—how do you think your son will feel when he grows up and learns what you did?”

Silence.

I swallowed my rage and turned to Karen. “Please. Let me see Lily. She deserves to know that someone still loves her.”

Karen nodded. “I’ll make arrangements.”

The next day, I met Lily at the social services office. She sat on a small couch, her tiny body curled up, clutching a stuffed bunny.

Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Auntie?”

I crouched down, trying to keep my emotions in check. “Hi, sweetheart.”

She studied my face. “Did I do something bad? Mommy doesn’t want me anymore.”

My heart shattered. I gathered her in my arms, holding her tightly. “No, baby. You did nothing wrong. You are perfect. And I love you so, so much.”

Her small arms wrapped around me. “I missed you.”

Tears burned my eyes. “I missed you too.”

I looked up at Karen. “Can I foster her?”

Karen smiled, this time with genuine warmth. “We’ll start the process.”

Weeks passed. Erin faced legal repercussions—nothing extreme, but enough to ensure she could never foster or adopt again. Her reputation suffered, and even some family members distanced themselves from her. I didn’t care. My focus was on Lily.

She moved in with me, and every day, I watched as she slowly healed. She laughed more. She started eating again. And every night, when I tucked her in, she would whisper, “You won’t leave me, right?”

And every night, I promised, “Never.”

Life doesn’t always give us the family we expect. But sometimes, it gives us the family we need. Lily wasn’t my biological daughter, but she was mine in every way that mattered. And I would spend the rest of my life making sure she knew it.

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