It was a photocopy of an Allegheny County adoption petition from eleven years ago, stamped with a smudged purple seal at the top.

The space for the birth mother was blacked out with grease pencil, and the line for the birth father read unknown.

“Paul just gave me a hand when the agency fees came due,” Rebecca said.

“Why did he keep her picture hidden in his wooden box?” I asked.

“Is that Lily in the photograph?”

Rebecca stopped twisting the button, her knuckles resting flat on the Formica.

“Yes,” she said.