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
Necessary.
Oliver also became angrier.
At David.
At me.
At everyone.
“Why didn’t Dad call you?”
“I don’t know.”
“You read the letters.”
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