That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

that would work,” he says. “If you can provide the documentation

Wayne Boone had a whole file ready to unfold!

Mostly weathered Christian fiction and Chicken Soup for the Soul books. I don’t think those are mine.

“You know, something about you looks so familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.”

Yeah! On the news as a missing person!

A flash of another doorway invades my mind. A narrow white door with a key holder beside it. This one isn’t a screw hook in a log, it’s a plaque with four silver hooks and “Family Forever” in white cursive across the top. I blink and a woman appears between me and the door. Her back is to me, reaching out to hang her keys on the hook. She’s in scrubs, I think. They’re teal and shapeless. Her dark hair hangs down her back and she throws it up in a bun and drops her purse on the red couch beside the door. I blink and I’m staring at the cabin wall again. Holy shit. Was that a memory of my mom?

Yes!!! She is getting her memory back!

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

I'm down to go sleuthing any day!