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

He returned with a sweatshirt from Cleveland and twenty-seven photos.

“Tessa makes better pancakes.”

Julian said:

“You can live there.”

Oliver laughed.

Belonging is sturdy enough to survive pancake competition.

We also learned uncomfortable things about David.

He had relapsed once after Oliver’s birth.