Coralie stared at me as if I had announced something impossible. Rowan finally managed, “You adopted a baby?” I looked down at Wren. After her emergency placement, the county had spent months following every required step—medical care, home visits, court hearings, and searches for relatives. Eventually, with no safe family placement available, her case moved toward adoption. The final order had been signed three weeks earlier. Wren was legally my daughter.
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