My father texted me, ‘To us, you’re already dead,’ and I only replied,

and put her exactly where it wanted her.

“My father said there are things I don’t know about me.”

Veronica paused.

“What kind of things?”

I played the last part of the audio for her. My mother’s voice filled my apartment again, high and panicked.

“Don’t tell her she wasn’t the little girl we wanted to choose.”

Veronica did not speak immediately. When she continue reading …