I adopted a five-year-old girl I found wrapped in my late daughter’s jacket – years later, she handed me a note and said, “Your daughter asked me to give this to you today.”

already used to being returned.

That night, I said to Daniel, “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

He sat at the kitchen table with both hands wrapped around a mug.

“Because of the jacket?” he asked.

“Not only because of the jacket.”

He said nothing.

“I meant I recognized it after you said it.”

“You said you knew,” I said.

Daniel looked up. “What?”

“At the church.continue reading …