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
“I don’t know.”
“Good.”
I laughed.
Apparently therapists enjoy uncertainty.
She continued:
“You found your brother’s history.
You did not recover your brother.”
Painful.
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