She finally sat at my kitchen table.
“You remember what the adoption agency told us about Ellie?”
“That she was found as a baby,” I replied. “They couldn’t identify her parents.”
“You won’t believe what I found out about this child.”
Nora nodded.
“That’s not true.”
I pulled out a chair.
“What do you mean?”
“They’ve been reviewing some of her early records. There were things missing from her medical history, so Tom and I asked them to check.”
“And?”
“That’s not true.”
“They found something.”
She pushed the envelope toward me.
I didn’t open it immediately.
***
Two weeks earlier, I’d helped Nora arrange pink curtains in Ellie’s new bedroom.
Now my sister looked as though someone had threatened to take that entire room away.
“They found something.”
Eight years of trying to have a baby had nearly broken Nora.
There had been fertility appointments, disappointing test results, and birthdays when she couldn’t bear to attend children’s parties.
