She opened the door to find her grown stepdaughter standing on the stoop. Her red hair tumbling like curtains around and framing her lovely face, Lily was starting to look more like her late mother every day. An odd twinge went through Daphne at the thought. Hell, Lily seemed to resemble her late grandmother every day, and the new Mrs. Potter now took a glance over the younger woman's shoulder, towards the cemetery just the street. Her husband had taken her to visit his parents" graves soon after they had been married; the moment had touched and moved Daphne deeply.