At Christmas, My Parents Made My Adopted Daughter Wash Dishes. Then a Letter Revealed the Secret They Had Kept for Six Years.

Her hands reached toward both of us.

It wasn’t a perfect picture.

One of my legs was longer than the other, and Camilla’s hair looked like a dark cloud.

I loved it more than any of the portraits in the family house.

That night Camilla stayed to help with bedtime.

Chloe asked for the same story twice.

I read the first chapter and Camilla read the second.

When we finished, Chloe held her stuffed rabbit close and looked at Camilla.