My sister appeared at my front door, clutching a crumpled envelope, her face streaked with tears.
“Claire, there’s something you need to know about Ellie,” she whispered.
My stomach dropped.
Ellie was the five-year-old girl my sister and her husband had adopted just two weeks earlier, after eight heartbreaking years of trying to become parents.
“Is she hurt?” I demanded.
“No. She’s safe.”
“Then what’s happened?”
My sister pushed the envelope into my hands.
“The adoption agency uncovered something about her past. Everything they told us about where she came
