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

Borrowing.

Lies.

Our parents had confronted him.

So had I.

The last argument I remembered began because he asked Dad for twenty thousand dollars.

Dad refused.

I called David irresponsible.

He called me self-righteous.