When my mother-in-law, Carol, gifted our adopted daughter, Emma, a giant stuffed elephant, I thought it was an attempt to bond. But what I found hidden inside that toy made my blood run cold—and led to a confrontation I never expected, We’ve been married for seven years, and a little over a year ago, we adopted Emma. Carol had been distant from Emma since the adoption, often making hurtful comments like, “It’s just different when they’re not your own blood.” I’d hoped time would change things,
but it didn’t.Then, on Emma’s fourth birthday, Carol gave her a massive stuffed elephant, which Emma immediately adored. But something felt off. The elephant was heavy, and it smelled weird. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.One night, curiosity got the better of me. I cut open the elephant and pulled out crumpled papers—adoption records with hateful messages scrawled on them:
