Megan didn’t greet me. I found her sitting on the couch, staring at a blank television, her eyes swollen and red.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, already afraid. “Where’s Rhea?”
She turned toward me, panic breaking through her voice.
“We’re not parents anymore.”
The words didn’t make sense at first.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Check my email,” she said softly.
Her laptop was open. The message was cold and clinical. Under state law, it explained, the birth mother had thirty days to revoke consent.
Melissa had contacted the agency.
She wanted Rhea back.
I read it again and again, hoping the words would change. My legs felt weak as I returned to Megan.
“Where’s Rhea?” I asked.
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