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

the hand she used whenever she wanted a topic to die quickly.

“Delayed registration,” I whispered.

Veronica heard me.

“Send me a scan. And Valerie?”

“Yes?”

“Tomorrow morning, we pull everything. Birth records. Adoption records if any exist. Loan documents. Notary logs. Corporate filings. Property transfers. Your family has been comfortable because you made continue reading …