But then, Emily turned the conversation to George’s childhood. “Tell me about your early years,” Emily asked, her voice gentle. “What was it like growing up? I know you said you were adopted.” George hesitated for a moment before responding. “I was really lucky. I had great foster parents—people who really cared about me.”
“I always knew I was adopted, but I never really felt like I was missing anything. My life was good. I had a home. But… there was always this feeling, you know? Like there was something missing, like there was a part of me that I didn’t quite understand.” Margaret had been quietly listening, her gaze fixed on her hands.