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?”
“I am not asking you to sign an adoption order tomorrow.”
Good, because that was not how adoption worked.
“I talked to Sadie’s caseworker and Clara’s attorney.
What she needs first is a safe placement while the court sorts guardianship.”
“You talked to lawyers before talking to me?”
He looked ashamed.
“Yes.”