Too bright.
“What are you talking about?”
Nora covered her mouth with shaking fingers.
“You said Sarah was adopted as a baby,” she whispered. “You said the records were sealed. I didn’t know at first. I swear to God I didn’t know.”
My pulse thundered in my ears.
Sarah had been adopted at eight months old.
My late wife, Claire, handled most of the paperwork because the process had become emotionally exhausting for both of us after years of infertility treatments.
The adoption agency had kept everything confidential.
I looked at Nora like a stranger.
“How could you possibly know this?”
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