over us like a final exam. The buzz in the s

faded, but a new change was becoming impossible to ignore. She wore baggy sweats

fe. Pregnant with the child of the man who a

Lauren, cornered me in the kitchen

whine. "Chloe... you know we're al

igning ignorance as I

liating. It was right after I had a bad skin reaction, and my birthmark looks awful. They're so

act same lie.

"She just wants to borrow your ID, Chloe.

er," Lauren added. "It's just to get i

nd over the very instrument of my death. The key that woul

" I

r went

mean, no?" Me

ent-issued identification to anyone. It's called identity theft, a

ic. You're just being elitist. You don't want h

t?" I asked, ra

for her!" Megan accused. "You can't st

laughed. They saw my refusal not as a reasonable boundary,

I said one last t

al lockbox where I kept my passport and important papers, and I placed my driver's license inside. I clicked the lock sh

pected, my wallet was open on my desk, its cont

empty bed said she'd left early fo

t my laptop, navigated to the DMV web

on for replacement: My

e fee. I

d driver's license, the one Becca was clutching in her hand on a b