HE FOUND ME ABANDONED AS A BABY—AND NOW I KNOW WHO HE IS

I grew up knowing I was adopted. My parents never hid it from me. They told me they found me through the foster system when I was just a few months old, but the details were always vague. I didn’t push too hard—I had a good life, a loving home. But still, there were nights I lay awake wondering where I came from. Who left me? Who found me?

Then, a few weeks before my eighteenth birthday, my mom sat me down with an old newspaper clipping.

The headline read: “Officer Rescues Infant from Abandoned House.”