When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”

But you are our daughter.

I answered once.

Biology describes how I arrived. It does not erase what happened after.

Then I stopped.

PART 59 — FLORENCE SEES HANNAH’S DRAWING

She framed it.

Without asking.

I pretended annoyance.

“That frame is crooked.”

“My hands hurt.”