for a photograph, anything. My boss had mentioned “the kids.” She had two. Was the boy… too? No, he looked nothing like her. Or me. He must be her husband’s biological child. But Lily…
My gaze landed on a framed photo on the mantelpiece. It was a family portrait: my boss, her husband, and the two children. I picked it up, my fingers numb. Lily, a tiny continue reading …