Every day, when my daughter got out of preschool, she would tell me, “There’s a girl at my teacher’s house who looks exactly like me.-NANA

I never imagined that a child’s innocent remark could tear apart the sense of peace I had believed in for so many years.

My name is Emily, thirty-two years old, married to Daniel. Since the day we got married, we’ve lived with his parents, Richard and Margaret Wilson.

It wasn’t something I ever found uncomfortable. In fact, I got along …