I looked at Nora.
“Why is this here?”
“Keep reading.”
The document described an unidentified newborn girl who had entered emergency protective care five years earlier.
“Why is this here?”
There were discrepancies between the hospital’s records and the paperwork used when the child entered the care system.
The date listed was the same week Lucy was born.
I pushed the paper away.
“No.”
The date listed was the same week Lucy was born.
Nora reached for my hand.
“Claire…”
“No. That doesn’t mean anything. Babies are born there every day.”
“I know.”
“Lots of children could’ve come from that hospital.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Claire…” Her voice broke. “That’s what I told myself.”
She pulled out the final pages.
“When I saw the hospital and the dates, I asked whether they could check for a family connection.”
I stared at her.
“What did you check, Nora?”
