While I was on vacation with my cousins, my phone lit up with one message: “Get on a plane home. Don’t tell your parents you’re coming.” When I landed, an attorney and two investigators

seconds, I had no idea where I was. Then the fluorescent lights sharpened above me. The conference table. The folder. The newspaper clipping. The baby with my face.

I pushed myself up too quickly and nearly passed out again.

“Slowly,” Margaret said.

I took the water, but my hand trembled so badly that most of it spilled onto my jeans.

“My parents,” I said,continue reading …