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

I signed her out.

My real signature, beside the forged one, looked exactly the same.

When I walked back down the hall, Lily lifted her face to me again.

“Hi,” I said, and my voice came out as little more than air.

“Hi, Mommy.”

“My name is Lena,” I said. “You can call me Lena.”

She looked confused by that, but not resistant.

“Okay,” she said.

I held out my continue reading …