Lily POV

The invitation sat on my desk for three days before I could bring myself to open it properly. "Women Rising Leadership Conference" was embossed in gold letters across the top. They wanted me to be a keynote speaker. Me. In front of two thousand people.

"I can't do this," I told Tony, pacing his living room while Emma napped in her playpen. "Public speaking terrifies me. What if I freeze? What if I have a panic attack on stage?"

"Then you have a panic attack on stage, and two thousand women see that even survivors struggle." Tony looked up from his laptop. "Lily, your story matters. Other women...