On the First Day After I Was Released from Prison, a Five-Year-Old Girl Hugged Me and Called Me Mommy

An old phone card worth fifty dollars. The original owner had been dead for ten months. My five-year-old daughter calls for her mother at 4:30 every day, wondering if her mother will come back. After being released from prison with amnesia, I was paid to pretend to be her mother - until I discovered that this phone call was connected to a murder case and my unjust imprisonment...