mistake was horrifying enough.
But the fact that so many years had passed without anyone identifying the discrepancy was almost impossible to comprehend.
The hospital had opened a formal investigation.
I requested every available record connected to Lucy’s birth and reported death.
For the first time in five years, I was no longer willing to accept explanations simply because someone in authority had given them.
I needed to know what had happened.
And why.
While the investigation continued, the three of us met with a counselor who specialized in adoption