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

was requested formally. Hospital record searches. Sealed court indexes. Old pediatric files. School enrollment documents. Passport applications from my childhood. My mother’s obstetric history. My father’s tax filings from the year I was born.

For three days, nothing came back except noise.

Then, on Friday, Veronica called me into her office.

She was continue reading …