“So… it wasn’t just him, right?” she says. “If he did this, I’m not who he said I am either then, right? My name and everything… at some point he changed it.” “Yes,” I say. “If Jake’s correct, then, yes, you used to go by something else as well.” “And all the details are different too, right?” She pauses. “Like… my birthday?” That stops me. The heartbreak in her voice when she asks that question. “Like my birthday’s not really my birthday?” she says. “No, probably not.” She looks down. She looks away from me. “That seems like something a person should know about themselves,” she says.
