“Okay, Dad,” Lily whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll try to be brave. Just like Mommy.”

Ethan blinked back tears, his throat tight with emotion. “You’re already the bravest girl I know,” he said, kissing the top of her head. Her hair smelled like strawberries, a scent that always reminded him of summer days and laughter.

As Lily stepped into the classroom, Ethan felt the weight of the moment settle around him. It was a bittersweet milestone, one he had imagined sharing with his wife. He could almost see her standing beside him, her hand in his, smiling at Lily’s courage.