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
“But I can tell you what we’ve already done.
We chose to continue getting to know you before we knew anything about David.”
Oliver’s eyes filled.
“And if you are my nephew, you still don’t owe us anything because of it.”
“Would I call you Aunt Evelyn?”
“Only if you want.”
“What about Mom?”
The question surprised me.