The train station seemed to disappear around them.

The security guard kept hold of the man’s wrist.

“Step back.”

The suited man’s voice cracked.

“She’s confused.”

The girl held the half-open flyer with both hands.

Her fingers were shaking.

The older woman didn’t touch her now.

She only asked quietly,

“Where did you get that?”

The girl looked down.

“It was hidden in my backpack.”

The man shook his head.

“Someone planted it.”

The older woman’s eyes narrowed.

“Then why did you try to grab it?”

He had no answer.

The girl slowly opened the paper a little farther.

The photograph was still partly folded.

The name underneath remained hidden.

She looked at the man she had been calling Dad.

“Why did you say my name was Lily?”

His face went pale.

“Because it is.”

The girl shook her head.

Tears filled her eyes.

“No.”

The security guard looked at her.

“What is your name, sweetheart?”

The man suddenly whispered,

“Don’t.”

Everyone turned toward him.

The little girl reached for the final fold of the missing-child flyer.

Then she looked at the older woman as if a buried memory had just surfaced.

Her voice was barely audible.

“I know you.”

The older woman covered her mouth.

The suited man stepped backward.

And just before the girl revealed the name on the flyer, she whispered,

“You used to call me your granddaughter.”