g, I drove to K

old brick buildings covere

back in time, to my

iar surroundings fel

ere the orientation for n

ent-looking people, the air buzzing wit

rying to look like I bel

h a name tag that read "Ms. Al

she said warmly. "We're so thrill

rted calling out names, presumably to direct parents

said, "And for Ethan Vanc

eath, scanni

rows ahead o

osed, dressed in a ta

e looked like she bel

id, her voice

Mrs. Vance! Welcome. Ethan

. V

n

t was

rd, my legs f

id, my voice loud

uestioning look on her face.

o keep my composure. "I am Sarah Vance. My husband

eyes widened sligh

nce? – crossed her face before it settled

her tone soft, yet ca

epeated, more firmly.

rn her name was, looked at me with an

a sharp edge. "I am Olivia Vance. And Michael is my husband. Th

s were l

The polite chatter i

growing. "Michael Vance is my husband. We live at

a small, incr

lbright and the now very attentive crowd of parents. "I don't

directly at me

d. Ethan is our son. I have no id

r. "You're the one claiming to be marri

She reached into her expensive l

d the screen towards me, t

my marriage certificate. To Michael David Vance. And these,"

ame was Michael David Vance. Michael' s full na

looked exactly like my Michael. Laughing, holdin

oy, E

The man in the photos was un

could

ow, their faces a mixture

eir eyes on me,

e victim. Her eyes welled up

ng around at the sympathetic faces. "This is a

eeked out from behind Olivia' s legs. He

little. "Ethan, darling, it's oka

ed by a subtle nudge from Olivia, he said, his voice sma

ocent, so damning

la

definitely viewing

ick. Hum