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
The compass inlay remained bright.
Oliver opened the lid.
Read:
To Evelyn — Always keep finding your way home. Love, David.
He smiled.
“Dad gave me a watch with a message to you inside.”
“Your father had a sense of drama.”
“He said you were worse.”
