“Bunny knows him,” she announced.

Her certainty was stronger than mine.

I told her that adults had gotten some important things wrong about the story of when she was a baby.

I did not name Camilla.

I did not promise a happy reunion before I knew what was true.

I said we would be talking to people who could help us understand, and that she would never be asked to solve a grown-up problem.

“Am I still adopted?” she asked.