I Was Told My Newborn Had Died—Then My Eight-Year-Old Son Asked Why Daddy Had Paid Aunt Rachel to Take the Crying Bundle

Still, I understood that files on a screen were not the same as records obtained and authenticated by investigators.

I was looking for leads, not conducting a complete investigation in the dark.

I went downstairs after Mark fell asleep.

The light from the screen made the rest of the room seem darker.

A folder remained in the recent-items list.

There were account documents and correspondence that I could open without searching through every part of his life.

One transaction record caught my attention.

$200,000.