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
After Daniel died, caseworkers searched available records.
Birth certificate.
Marriage certificate.
Tax information.
Prior addresses.
Public databases.
No obvious relatives.
That made more sense once we learned something else.
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