“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

It was a stark, beautifully poetic contrast to that grim, freezing, rain-soaked night where our desperate journey had first violently collided.

Today was adoption day.

As the judge lifted his heavy, ink-stained stamp and brought it down on the final stack of legal papers with a resounding, permanent THUMP, a wide, incredibly genuine smile broke across continue reading …