Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried

PART 3 — THE TWO NAMES AND THE PHOTOGRAPH

At four fifteen, Carmen led me into the DeLuca estate library and unlocked the shallow drawer beneath the shelves.

She kept family papers there, along with old insurance policies and the deeds Frank never allowed anyone to move without telling him.

“What exactly are you looking for?” I asked.

“The original adoption certificate.

And the correction order you told me existed.”

She took out a blue folder and placed it on the desk.