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
Oliver raised an eyebrow.
“No?”
“I think your dad hoped you might find family someday.
I don’t think he controlled what happened.”
“So it was coincidence?”
“Yes.”
“That’s less romantic.”
“Much.”
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