
My wife and l went to adopt a child and meta girl who looked just like our daughter.
The fluorescent lights hummed a forgotten hymn in Mrs. Alvarez’s office as I stared at the crescent-shaped birthmark – a perfect mirror image of my Olivia’s. My wife Claire’s grip tightened on mine when the silver-haired social worker produced a faded Polaroid from Angel’s file. “She arrived wrapped in this,” …
My wife and l went to adopt a child and meta girl who looked just like our daughter. Read More