Instead, she looked up the agency online. The website was all soft colors and warm words about “mutual consent” and “respecting privacy.” She read about the strict rules for contact, the layers of law between her and any possible truth. Each sentence felt like another door closing in her face.
The rain outside blurred the city lights into a watercolor haze. Mara pulled the quilt even tighter, her mind working. If she couldn’t go through official channels, she’d have to find another way—something quieter, something hers alone. And the moment she thought it, she knew she would follow through.