I Worked All Night—Then Came Home To Find My Family Had “Decided”

she?” I asked.

Allison blinked with exaggerated innocence. “Where’s who?”

My voice stayed even. “Where is my daughter?”

Before Allison could answer, my mother’s voice floated from the kitchen, sweet and bright. “Oh, honey, come in here.”

I didn’t move. “Where is Kora?”

My mother appeared at the end of the hallway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. My father continue reading …