This last month of my pregnancy has been very busy. Ishir found Nova’s real birth certificate and the missing person’s report for her two years ago. It broke my heart to see the sweet, smiling face of what must have been a school picture.
“What happened to her parents?”
“Car accident. Then she was sent to live with a family that, from what I can tell, didn’t realize she’d gone missing for several weeks. They did put in the missing persons report, but they haven’t really done anything to search for her,” he told me.
“Do you have pictures of her parents?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I knew you’d want them. I’ll send them over to you. We could make a photo album or get her one of those picture frames that uses electronic photos in a slide show,” he tells me, but I just look at him. I have no idea w
