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

“Caught.”

The final lines:

The watch says to keep finding your way home. I think home is easier to find when nobody threatens to take it away every time you leave.

Love,

Oliver

I read that sentence twice.

Then folded the letter carefully.

Not against my chest.