White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

written in his messy, looping handwriting, and next to it, in sharp, precise print, was Beatrice’s signature.

Below their names was a red notary seal, the wax stamped deep into the fiber.

“Mom?”

Gary’s voice behind me made me start.

He was standing at the end of the hallway, his face pale under the recessed lighting.

His left hand was tucked behind his continue reading …