Instead, he reached into a folder on a nearby table and removed several old documents.
“These are the original reports. The dates, the descriptions, the hospital records, and the adoption documents are all here. We have also arranged a DNA test, but I will not ask you to accept anything until the results are confirmed.”
He placed the documents on the table.
“All I am asking is that you allow us the chance to explain.”
I looked at Margaret.
She was still reaching toward me.
“Please,” she whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again.”
Something inside me broke.
I crossed the room.
My knees gave way before I reached her, and I sank onto the carpet beside her wheelchair.
“Grandma?”
The word escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Margaret made a sound I will never forget.
She bent forward, gathered me into her trembling arms, and held me against her chest.
