My Dying Husband Asked Me to Adopt a 16-Year-Old Girl—The Day After His Funeral, She Whispered, “He Spent Your Entire Marriage Lying to You”
“What?”
“Sadie is legally still under Clara’s guardianship order, modified temporarily because of Clara’s incapacity.
You are an approved temporary caregiver.
Nobody has adopted anyone.”
Good.
“We can slow this down.”
That sentence saved us.
Slow.