My 18-Year-Old Son Moved in with His Best Friend – Two Days Later, He Came Home Crying and Said, ‘Mom, I Need to Confess Something’

“I can’t confirm who signed what without records.”

“But you know something.”

    I understood why he hadn’t let me see my baby.

“I remember discussions about adoption. I remember social services being contacted.”

“By Mark?”

    “Yes.”

“While I was drugged?”

“While you were recovering.”

    I can’t confirm who signed what without records.

“And nobody asked me?”

“I wasn’t present for every conversation, Rachel.” Susan hesitated. “But there’s something you need to understand.”

    “What?”

“Mark couldn’t simply make that decision for you. There would have had to be paperwork.”

My stomach tightened. “Paperwork I signed?”

    There’s something you need to understand.

“I don’t know. That’s why you need the archived records.”

“But my baby was alive when you last saw him?”

    “Yes.”

That was enough to send me home.

But it wasn’t enough to explain how my son had disappeared.

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