kept it inside a box on the top shelf of my closet.
It was an article about the accident that killed Sophie’s biological parents.
Beneath the headline was a photograph.
Her mother and father, smiling together.
“”I wanted my first family too,”” Sophie whispered.
My anger disappeared.
Before I could answer, the principal, Mr. Harris, walked in.
Mrs. Parker handed him the clipping.
“”That’s what she brought.””
He glanced at it.
Then stopped.
His eyes returned to the photograph.
He stepped closer to the window and read the article from beginning to end.
“”Where did Sophie get this?””
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“”From my house.””
He looked around the classroom.
“”Everyone stay seated.””
Mrs. Parker frowned.
“”Why?””
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he took out his phone and photographed one tiny section near the bottom of the clipping.
I had never noticed it before.
Beside the article was part of another photograph, almost
