The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

I gave up and made her a peanut butter sandwich instead.

She ate at my dining table like she had every right to be there.

I sat across from her and asked, “What’s your name?”

She looked at me with mild confusion.

“Lily.”

“Lily what?”

She swallowed and looked down at the bread in her hand.

“Carver.”

The spoon I had been holding hit the sink with a metallic continue reading …