Maya

“Mommy!Look!” Abby runs into the kitchen, dropping envelopes of mail behind her like a breadcrumb trail.

“Careful!” I grab her before she runs straight into an open cabinet.

She holds her envelope high in the air. “I got mail!”

I recognize the logo instantly. It’s been a few months since Abby took the entrance exam for Wisteria Prep, an exclusive private school that only opened a few years ago to cater to the families moving here from Chicago. Abby begged me to apply since a few of her friends were transferring there, so I let her even though the principal warned me they only had two seats available for the incoming first-grade class.

My girl is the smartest kid I know, but those kinds of places are all about politics and who you know. Her chances of getting in were always slim.

Which is why you have to face…