I adopted twin baby girls I discovered wrapped in towels inside a beach changing cubicle—then, on their 18th birthday, they placed those same towels back into my hands and whispered, “Dad… we owe you the truth.”

beneath the table.

I didn’t need comfort. I needed her to tell me what to do.

“Trent,” she said, tapping the file, “finding those babies doesn’t give you a shortcut.”

“I know.”

“This process will be long. Checks. Visits. References. Questions you won’t enjoy.”

“I’ll answer them.”

“You just buried your fiancée and baby.”

My jaw tightened.

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