His Twisted Lies, Her Cold Resolve

my car, a promise of a happy surprise

ad instructor, Ms. Albright, coldly informed

es, cruelly whispered that I was likely "some

heir presence turning a simple misunderstanding i

owed her a photo of Finn and me, she flatly declared, "That is n

new my Finn was here, yet the

into a classroom full of teenag

w looked up, startled, and then said

lared, "Who are you? I don't kno

mistake; it was a tw

, the "other mother," slapped me across the face and sneere

, confirming her story and labeling me a "psychoti

d away, leaving a

nd then delivered the final blow: Mark Peterson was no tech

real son, Finn, emerged from the hallway, his confuse

mplosion, I held Finn close, whispered, "I am d

nding-it was my d