Tracking down the adoptive family wasn’t easy. Public records led her in circles. But Mara was desperate, as only a mother about to lose her son for a second time would be. She was relentless in her pursuit until she found out his adoptive mother’s address.
Her pulse pounded as she took in the details. The family had moved twice in the past decade, but one address had a phone listing. She rehearsed what she’d say, but when someone finally answered, her words tangled. “I’m… looking for someone who might own something that belonged to me…,” she began.