Molly Harper sat quietly next to her mother’s casket, her wheelchair

softly swaying on the cool grass of the cemetery. The autumn sun hung

low in the sky, stretching shadows across the ground, while the earthy

aroma of fallen leaves filled the air, creating a reflective mood all around.

By the time she turned seventeen, Molly had learned to live with the whispers

and curious glances that trailed her. Her limp served as a constant reminder

of the accident that had made her dependent on her wheelchair. Today, the sorrow

from Daisy Harper’s passing was deepened by a looming anxiety about the upcoming prom.

“Molly, check this out!” Your dad’s here! A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

Molly looked over at the small group of people gathered in mourning. At the edge of the group,

her father, Danny Harper, stood with an air of discomfort, gripping a bouquet of white lilies

tightly in his hands. Ten years after their divorce, Molly found herself with scattered

memories of her father, portrayed by Daisy as a man consumed by his vices. Molly held

no grudges, yet the distance had formed an unseen divide between them.