ADVERTISEMENT

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

ADVERTISEMENT

He had been constructing a defense against me.

I looked over at Lily asleep on the sofa.

If I wasn’t the mother in that hospital room, then who was? And why did Lily have my scar? Why did she have my face, my hair, my eyes, my mouth?

I did not sleep.

The next morning, I told my boss I had a family emergency and needed to work remotely for an indefinite continue reading …

ADVERTISEMENT

Leave a Comment

ADVERTISEMENT