The picture showed a young Eleanor holding a toddler.
I turned it over.
On the back was a name.
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Daniel.
My name.
I stopped breathing.
“That can’t be…”
Mr. Whitmore said quietly:
“Your mother was Margaret.”
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I stared at him.
“My mother?”
He nodded.
“You were adopted when you were very young.”
I shook my head.
“My parents told me they were my biological parents.”
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“They weren’t.”
The lawyer explained that Margaret had died unexpectedly when I was three.
Eleanor had been barely forty.
She had tried to raise me, but she was struggling financially and emotionally after losing her sister.
Eventually, she believed the best thing she could do was arrange for me to be adopted by another family.
