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 smiled.

Then I added:

“But Julian and I chose you before the coincidence.”

Oliver looked at the watch.

“That part is better.”

I agreed.

PART 8 — LEAVING HOME

Ten years after Oliver arrived, he stood in our living room with two suitcases.