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
“What?”
“The bear.”
Long pause.
“You still have that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You left it.”
“Throw it out.”
“What?”
“The bear.”
Long pause.
“You still have that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You left it.”
“Throw it out.”