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
A watch becomes evidence.
Evidence becomes identity.
Identity becomes just:
Dad’s watch.
Oliver left for university with it in his backpack.
He came home three weeks later because he forgot half his winter clothes.
“Finding your way home already?”
“Don’t start.”