The next morning, Mara stood beside the spring-fed pool with her seven-year-old daughter Lily while staff prepared the grounds for a wedding. Lily asked whether the family had discovered the truth and whether Mara felt bad afterward. Mara admitted she did, not because she had done anything wrong, but because she wished they had chosen to see her long before ownership forced them to. Together they walked toward the slate-green entrance Mara had imagined years before she could afford the property. Lily said she wanted to build something of her own one day and asked whether it would be difficult. Mara told her it would be very difficult and worth it, then opened the door with her daughter beside her. They entered not as guests seeking approval, but as two people who already knew where they belonged.