In the section for primary emergency contact, he had written his own name and the address of his contracting business.

I scanned the second line for my name.

The space set aside for a second parent was completely empty.

“Could you print me a copy of this page?” I asked.

“You’re the mother?” the clerk asked.

“I am.”

She looked at my license once more, then at the yellow card.

“Your name isn’t on the contact list anywhere,” she said.