I told myself it was an old woman’s grief finding her lost daughter in any child who’d hold still for it.
I told myself that right up until the lawyer called.
Chapter 3: The Folder
Mr. Prescott had handled Georgie’s adoption, and when he called, his voice was shaking.
“Mrs. Barron, documents have surfaced in Georgie’s file that weren’t in the records we were given. Please — come in.”
I drove straight there and sat across his desk, bracing for them to tell me they were taking her back.
“These are the papers the five families saw,” he said quietly. “The ones that made each of them back out. They were never given to you. I only found them because I pushed.” He opened the folder. “I think you need to know why those families really refused her.”
The first page was a social-services summary.
The five families hadn’t walked away because of anything wrong with Georgie.
