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

“Did he tell you who Evelyn was?”

Oliver shook his head.

“He said she was someone he hurt.”

I could barely breathe.

Then:

“He said she was his sister.”

The glass slipped from Oliver’s hands.

Julian appeared behind him just in time to catch it against his leg before it hit the floor.