“Let’s talk to Claire together,” I suggested, crouching beside Lily. “She wants to hear what you have to say. I promise we’ll figure this out as a team.”

Lily hesitated, her eyes darting between me and Claire, whose expression was warm, inviting. Slowly, she nodded, a tentative acceptance, and we walked toward the altar together. I held her hand tightly, conveying my unwavering presence.

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.”