Years after adopting little Sam, David received a phone call from a lawyer. “Mr. Wallace,” the man said. “I’m calling on behalf of your adoptive son’s birth parent…”
“What do you want?” Dave asked sharply, a knot tightening in his stomach.
“I would like to talk to you…” the lawyer began.
I’m not interested,” Dave interrupted. “Those people abandoned my son. There’s nothing you could say that I want to hear.”
“Please, Mr. Wallace,” the lawyer implored. “For Sam’s sake.”
David hesitated, torn between his protective instincts and his curiosity. Reluctantly, he agreed to meet the lawyer.
When he arrived at the lawyer’s office, a middle-aged man with kind eyes greeted him and handed him an envelope.
