I pushed the paper away.
“No.”
Nora reached toward me.
“Claire—”
“No. That doesn’t mean anything.”
My voice sounded strange.
“Babies are born at that hospital every day. There could be hundreds of children with similar records.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you showing me this?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Because there’s something else.”
She took out another document.
I stared at it without moving.
Then Nora explained.
“When the agency noticed the dates and hospital information, the caseworker suggested investigating whether Ellie might have a biological connection to someone in our family.”
I felt cold.
“What are you saying?”
“Remember last week, when you agreed to provide a cheek swab?”
I nodded slowly.
Nora had told me that the agency wanted additional family medical information because the records suggested a possible biological relationship.
At the time, nobody could tell us whether that connection would be close or distant.
