At my mother-in-law’s garage sale, I came across a blanket I had knitted for my daughter, who passed away the day she was born

I never expected a garage sale to unravel the five-year lie I’d been living. It started with a pink blanket I’d knitted for my daughter, Daisy—the daughter I was told had died at birth. That blanket, meant to be buried with her, was on sale at my mother-in-law Margaret’s garage.

Confronting Margaret revealed the unthinkable: Daisy never died. Margaret and my husband, Aaron, had faked her death and given her to Aaron’s sister, Ellen, who couldn’t have children. They justified it as “for the best,” but it shattered me.

Years later, I finally met Daisy, now called Lily, and began rebuilding a relationship with her. Margaret faced legal consequences, and Aaron and I divorced. Though the betrayal was immense, finding that blanket gave me a chance to reclaim my daughter and a piece of my life.