That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

Maybe everything isn’t okay. Maybe it never was.

Max leans over from the driver’s seat. “Get in, losers, we’re going sleuthing.”

What if he’s not my dad? What if I’m not Mary? What if that’s not my name?

Their support is almost worse than the hatred. It’s made of nothing but guilt, and I’m not interested in their guilt. I have enough of my own.