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

The actual story was harder in a different way.

Twelve years earlier, David had developed a severe gambling problem.

I knew he gambled.

Sports.

Poker.

Casinos sometimes.

I did not know how deep it had become.

Debt.