"I heard drawers and closet doors open and close as the policemen continued their search in the bedrooms. My files were stacked in the office. Those papers could connect my name and my face. My picture albums were piled on the floor. If the officers opened them, they'd see that I was the mother they were looking for. I thought of everything they might find to bring my charade crashing down around me." With the intensity of a mystery novel and the...