"I saw you," she said simply. "In my dreams. You were fighting the bad lady with the cold eyes."
Helena. This child had somehow sensed or dreamed about my confrontation with Helena. I reached out gently, not touching her but offering my hand. "What's your name?"
"Lily," she replied, studying my outstretched hand before tentatively placing her tiny palm against mine. "You're like me."
"Like you?" I prompted gently.
"They took us from our mommies," she said, her simple words cutting straight to my heart. "But you found your way back."
I swallowed hard against the emotion rising in my throat. "Yes, I did. And now we're going to help all of you find your way back, too."
Lily nodded solemnly, as if this was exactly what she had expected. Then she turned and pointed directly at Lucious, st
