Tobias caught my elbow.

“He wanted us,” I whispered.

We read only a few letters there, enough to learn Jonah had driven to my parents’ house twice and been turned away.

He wrote again after receiving a notice that the baby had been adopted.

I didn’t sign anything, he wrote.

If anyone told you I wanted this, it’s a lie.

Tell me where you are.

I will help you however I can.