Officer Sarah Chen had pulled me over for a broken taillight on Highway 49, but when she walked up and I saw her face, I couldn’t breathe.
She had my mother’s eyes, my nose, and the same birthmark below her left ear shaped like a crescent moon.
The birthmark I used to kiss goodnight when she was two years old, before her mother took her and vanished.
“License and registration,” she said, professional and cold.