That was what my three lost siblings were to me.

Not a wound that kept me from living.

A lit room I walked past every day, on my way to a full and noisy life, and never stopped hoping to one day find someone standing in.

My hands weren’t steady as I opened it.

Dear Mr.

Holt, it read. Following a recent system audit and a cross-reference of our family reunification registries, we are pleased to inform you that a match has been identified —

I couldn’t read any further.