When the Eight-Year-Old Boy We Were Adopting Came Home With Everything He Owned in a Black Bag—Then My Missing Brother’s Watch Fell Onto His Bed
An open wound.
After Oliver arrived, he gradually became a person again.
Flawed.
Funny.
Avoidant.
Talented.
Ashamed.
Loved.
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