The school called: ‘Your daughter still hasn’t been picked up. It’s been three hours.’ I said, ‘I don’t have a daughter. I’m 28 and single.’ They replied, “Sir, please come in right away— or we’ll have to notify the proper authorities.” Completely confused, I drove there and walked straight into the office. The little girl…
The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been picked up. It’s been three hours.” My name is Lena Hail. I’m twenty-eight years old. I’m an architect in Portland, Oregon. I always thought I was ordinary, the kind of woman whose life could be reduced to blueprints, coffee stains, and rain streaks on office windows. Then one phone…
