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

stamped submissions had made it specific.

The fast, sharp L. The high cross on the H in Hail. The slight tilt in the last letters when I’m in a hurry.

It was perfect.

I had never written it.

I gripped the edge of the principal’s desk.

“Who brought this in?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Mr. Henderson said. “It was in her transfer packet.”

“This is a forgery.”

He continue reading …