I said softly. “She was scared.”
He looked at my mother.
“But Mom was scared too.”
My mother let out a broken sound.
Diane walked around the table and knelt in front of Leo.
“You’re right,” she said gently. “Your mom was very brave.”
Leo nodded once, serious and solemn.
Then Paul, who had been quiet for a long time, reached into the wooden box and pulled out a small folded newspaper clipping.
“There’s something else,” he said.
Every eye turned to him.
He smoothed it against the table.
“This was with Noah’s things. I never understood why.”
The clipping was yellowed and brittle. At the top was a small headline from an Indianapolis paper dated thirteen years earlier.
LOCAL TEACHER SEEKS BIRTH FAMILY AFTER SEALED RECORDS PARTIALLY RELEASED
Below it was a photograph of a man in his early thirties standing in front of a school building, smiling with
