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

“I told someone Dad said he had a sister.”

Melissa looked at her notes.

“There is a reference to a sister in the early family-search records.”

My chest tightened.

“What name?”

“No name.”

Daniel Reed had told a hospital social worker shortly before his death that he had been estranged from his birth family.

He apparently refused to provide details.