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
He looked toward the black bag.
“I guess I can unpack, then.”
I almost cried.
Instead, I smiled.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
Melissa went through the final instructions.
Medication.
Therapist appointment.
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