“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

October 14th – Sutter Corporate Office, 3:00 PM.

Get the blue file folder please.

I stared at the scanned page in utter disbelief.

“I don’t even remember writing that entry,” I said, my heart pounding.

Dad squinted at the handwriting.

“That’s your handwriting, Rachel, no doubt about it.”

“I don’t remember going to their corporate office on October fourteenth at all,” I insisted, feeling faint.

The animator pointed out that the planner entry was heavily crossed out with black ink, as Gabriel pointed out.