Vanessa’s is larger.
Meadowbrook was shut down, and — this is the part that matters more — the investigation my son accidentally started, by finding his father at the elevators at eight years old, led investigators to eleven other families.
Eleven.
Some were parents like me, told their babies had died.
Some were couples like the Harmons, told their adoptions were legal.
Eleven families pulled back together because an eight-year-old couldn’t stop asking why Daddy used money.
The Harmons and I stay in touch.
I know how strange that sounds.
They grieved Grace as their own for two weeks before they gave her back to me without a fight, and there is a bond in that I can’t fully explain.
They’re fostering now — the real way, the legal way — and last month they adopted a little boy, and they sent me a photo, and I cried the good kind of tears for the first time in a long time.
