That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

He smiles. “Don’t worry. Nobody will see you.” I can’t explain the stab of unease that sentence brings.

He not your dad girl!!!

That…felt like a memory. I think? We must have a red sofa back at the McMinnville house. He hasn’t mentioned any pets though. Hope flutters through my stomach. Wayne appears at my elbow. “That’s a terrifying cat.” I nod, but I’m too lost in the maybe-memory. “Do we have any pets?” He scoffs. “No. God, no. I’m crazy allergic. Cats and dogs.”

Another red flag???