That's Not My Name

by Megan Lally

Life really goes to shit when everyone thinks you killed your girlfriend.

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

“Mrs. Hooper?” I whisper. He looks up at me, eyes wide. “You know her?” “No. But the guy upstairs killed her husband.”

I grab at the hem and fold it up. A tag pops out. L.E.S. is stitched in rose gold thread. “It’s hers,” he says. “Lola Elizabeth Scott.

The man who killed so many helpless girls was bested by a seventeen-year-old nationally ranked softball star in his own house.