My Husband Said a Foster Child Would Leave With Nothing—Then a DNA Match Brought a Man With a Silver Cane to Our Divorce Hearing

“You don’t have to,” I said.

He let his hand rest.

Neither of us knew yet how to become a family after twenty-four missing years.

We had time to learn.

For that afternoon, sitting together was enough.

PART 8 — The Name I Signed

The weeks after the hearing were busy without becoming another emergency every morning.

I had appointments.