Arthur tapped the page with the tip of his pen.

“It means somebody with enormous legal resources has been looking for your birth records for more than twenty years.”

“Why would a corporate firm care about a baby abandoned in Oakridge?”

“I don’t know yet,” Arthur said.

“But look at the stamped entry at the bottom.”

I leaned in closer to the desk and read the faded blue rubber stamp.

“A private investigator logged an inquiry six weeks after you went into the foster system,” Arthur said quietly.