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 stared at the floor.
“My dad.”
Everything inside me stopped.
“What was your dad’s name?”
“Daniel.”
Not David.
The room tilted slightly back into place.
Maybe coincidence.
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