Chapter 27

“Well,” Morgan’s mother began, “when we brought you home you cried almost constantly. You had difficulty sleeping and eating. We were so worried about you. Then one day your father brought home this stuffed animal, a little grey dog of some kind. It looked kind of like a wolf. You were fine after that, as long as you had Magin—that’s what you called the toy—with you. It’s still upstairs in your room.”

Morgan remembered the little grey dog. He’d had him as long as he could remember. He’d slept with the toy until he went to college.

“And our mother?” Megan asked.

“Your father had never mentioned your birth mother to the agency. In cases like this they don’t ask too many questions,” Morgan’s father said.