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
Then he left.
What I had not known:
He owed money to multiple legitimate lenders.
Credit cards.
Personal loans.
A casino marker.
And one acquaintance who had lent him cash informally.
No organized-crime syndicate.