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
“Good.”
That was all.
No speech.
No tears from the bench.
No declaration that David’s compass had brought him home.
The order was signed.
Oliver became our legal son.
And still my biological nephew.
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