“I shouldn’t be doing this.”
My heart thudded against my ribs. “That’s ridiculous.”
The woman gripped my arm harder. “Look inside his wallet, behind his driver’s license. Do it before you say ‘I do.'”
She turned away then and disappeared into the crowd of shoppers.
That night, while Harold was getting Madison ready for bed, I sat on our bed and stared at his wallet.
My hands moved before I could stop them.
She disappeared into the crowd of shoppers.
I pulled out his driver’s license. Behind it was a worn, folded piece of paper.
I opened it with trembling fingers.
Inside was a photo of Willie! More specifically, it was his adoption photo, the one I’d seen the day I chose him.
Along with it were copies of his adoption records.
And then I saw the note.
It was handwritten, and the first two words stopped my heart.
Inside was a photo of Willie!
Find him. We lost him once, but after I’m gone, you’ll have a second chance.
I scanned the words over and over, trying to decipher the meaning.
“Find him…”
Was that an instruction to find Willie? Who wrote this? What did “lost him” mean?
Harold’s voice drifted down the hallway. “Madison’s finally asleep. You okay in there, Jess? You’re awfully quiet…”
I scrambled.
Was that an instruction to find Willie?
I folded everything exactly as I’d found it and slid the wallet back into place just as the door opened.
“Yeah,” I answered, forcing a yawn that felt like a facial cramp. “Just tired.”
He walked over, kissed my forehead, and went to bed. He fell asleep in minutes, but I stayed awake all night, replaying every meeting at the park.
Was it all a lie?
The next morning, I dropped Willie at school and drove straight to the adoption agency named in the paper from Harold’s wallet.
Was it all a lie?
The receptionist frowned when I gave her the information I remembered from the papers.
“That file’s sealed,” she said carefully. “How did you get this number?”
“My fiancé had it,” I replied, my voice hard. “I need to know why.”
The woman hesitated, then she disappeared into the back. Minutes later, an older supervisor emerged.
It was the woman from the street!
She treated me like a stranger in the lobby, ushering me into a private office.
It was the woman from the street!
“Why does Harold have my son’s paperwork?” I demanded the second the door closed.
“He and his wife tried to adopt Willie years ago,” she said, sitting behind her desk. “They were unsuccessful.”
“Why?”
“I can’t discuss the details of another case’s home study,” she replied. “But it involved circumstances that made placement unsafe at the time. He appealed multiple times, that’s how I knew he kept the paperwork and Willie’s photo in his wallet. When he contacted us recently—”
“He contacted you?”
“Why does Harold have my son’s paperwork?”
She nodded. “He wanted to know whether previous adoption attempts would be reviewed if he applied again after marrying you.”
My stomach dropped. He didn’t just want to be a stepdad. He wanted a do-over.
“Look, I don’t know why Harold is so fixated on Willie, but it doesn’t sit right with me. I felt I had to warn you.”
I walked out of that agency with a hole in my chest. My world had just been turned upside down, and I was determined to find out why.
“I had to warn you.”
We had the rehearsal dinner that evening.
I tried to pretend everything was normal, but as the evening progressed, the air in the church felt heavier and heavier.
I stood in front of the altar with Harold during the rehearsal ceremony. He looked so handsome. So kind. It made me want to scream.
I looked out at the friends and family in the pews, and I knew I couldn’t go through with this.
“Everything okay?” Harold asked softly. “You look pale, Jess.”
I tried to pretend everything was normal.
I took a deep breath and quoted the note.
“Find him. We lost him once, but after I’m gone, you’ll have a second chance.”
The blood drained from Harold’s face.
“What does it mean, Harold? Why are you so fixated on Willie?”
A few people in the front pews started muttering.
“It’s… Jess, please,” Harold whispered, looking around frantically. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. I love you, and I—”
“Answer my question!” I shouted.
The blood drained from Harold’s face.
My voice echoed through the church.
He slumped. “My wife and I tried to adopt him when he was two, but we failed the home study because Lydia was sick. Cancer. I promised her I’d try to find Willie again after… after she passed. But you’d already adopted him.”
“So you tracked us down?” I felt a chill run down my spine. “You watched us?”
“No! Well, yes, at first,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “But I let it go, I swear. I adopted Madison, and I thought I’d moved on until the day I saw you and Willie in the park. It felt like a sign. Like Lydia was telling me I had a second chance to keep my promise.”