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
That was important.
I had almost turned Oliver’s history entirely into Mercer history because David was my emotional discovery.
Sarah was his mother.
She deserved equal space.
We contacted Aunt Tessa.
She sent photographs.
Sarah pregnant.
Sarah holding newborn Oliver.
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