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

you home.

Took you.

I sent the voicemail to Veronica. Two minutes later, she called.

“We need a family law specialist and a records attorney.”

“Why?”

“Because that word matters.”

I stared at my reflection in the black window.

“What if they stole me?”

Veronica didn’t answer quickly enough.

That was answer enough.

The next day, my life became a file. Every document continue reading …