Doll.

I watched as her barreling golden locks bounced up and down with every swing, just as mine did at her age. Our darling girl loved her swing set, over the moon about it. She'll be five this fall. My little baby.

"Sarah, sweetie, dinner in twenty," I shouted waving to her walking back inside.

"Jessica," he said low.

"What?" I said irritated.

"You know she can't go to school this fall."

I narrowed my eyes at him and scowled.

"Jessica, we have no birth certificate, nothing. If someone sees her they my recognize her and take her away from us."