My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

feeding my project files to handlers I had never met. Suzanne Barry, Kirsten’s closest friend, the woman who had stood at Jay’s birthday parties with frosting on her finger and laughter in her eyes, was a logistics coordinator whose real name was Svetlana Borisova.

My life had been a building designed by someone else, and I had been living inside it continue reading …