I thought my husband killed my daughter.

He’s innocent.

I thought my father died of a stroke.

He was murdered.

I thought my sister was alive and living in Florida.

She’s been dead for ten years.

I thought my foster daughter was safe in my home.

She’s not.

Everything I thought I knew is a lie.

But I have to focus on the future, on the young girl I’m fostering. I find her in my back yard in the middle of the night — she’s tiny, lost and terrified.

Someone left her here.

It’s all connected. The lies are piling up. I don’t know where this girl came from. She won’t tell me anything. Not even her name.

I have no idea who I’ve brought into my home . . .