“You tried to find me?”
“For years,” Daniel said. “But records were lost, agencies changed, and eventually we were told you had been adopted under another name.”
“But I wasn’t,” Noah said.
“No,” Daniel replied softly.
The Letter
Daniel slid the envelope across the table.
Inside were documents… and a single folded letter.
“Your mother wrote this shortly before the accident,” he said.
Noah opened it with trembling hands.
He read silently for a moment.
Then he began reading aloud.
“To whoever helps raise my son… thank you. His name is Noah. He loves blueberry jam and bedtime stories. He’s brave even when he’s scared.”
Noah’s voice shook.
