I remember being a little girl, walking this path on the way home from school. Everyday, the bus dropped me off just on the other side, and I’d race home to tell them all about my day. Them. The only word I can even think to use to describe the people who raised me. I’m 18 now and sitting in the back of a cop car, tears soaking the collar of my shirt. I didn’t do anything wrong, but it feels like my life has just ended.

I graduated top of my class and I wanted to be a doctor. The school I was applying for required a fingerprint clearance card. That’s when they got caught. Them.

My name wasn’t Jane, I wasnt 18 years old, and the parents who raised me, kidnapped me when I was a baby.