Both documents marked a permanent change in my life.

Rachel walked up behind my chair and looked down at the two documents side by side.

“They both have the same name,” Rachel said.

“Hannah Morgan,” I read out loud.

I stared at the black ink on the adoption paper.

The judge had signed it fifteen years ago in a small courtroom in Oakwood.

That signature had erased my biological past completely.

The gold seal on the commission proved what I had built on my own.