Daisy stepped closer, tears threatening her voice. “We went to the Naples police. Filed a report. They said unless we knew more, he’d be placed in an orphanage. Just another nameless child. I couldn’t leave him. He was four. Terrified. Silent for days. What were we supposed to do?”
“I begged Robert to take him home with us,” she said, looking at Kiara, her voice breaking. “We thought maybe we’d find his family later. We filed our own paperwork. We gave him a life. We loved him. Every day. As if he were our own—because after a while, he was.”