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

of my face.

He knew my handwriting too.

We used to joke about how similar our signatures could become if we practiced long enough. He would imitate the shape of my name just to make me laugh.

“I could be you,” he said once.

I thought it was flirtation.

Then, five years earlier, he vanished.

I came back from a work trip to find the apartment empty. His clothes continue reading …