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
School transition.
Emergency contact.
His life-book and case records would remain with the agency until finalization.
We signed placement forms.
She spoke privately with Oliver for several minutes.
Then with Julian and me.
Finally, she left.
Oliver stood in our hallway.