Epilogue: 6 months later
Our little girl was growing like a w**d. It seemed impossible that today was her seventh birthday and that the adoption papers had arrived to officially make her our daughter.
We had gone with the theory of asking for forgiveness, rather than permission when it came to Macy. When we left the hospital after Dan had recuperated enough to come home, we took her with us as if she was already our child. The foster system had failed to keep her safe, so no one dared to put up much of a fight about us watching over her until we could get the paperwork completed to make it legitimate.
My mother was the first to arrive at our new house for Macy’s birthday party. She scooped up her granddaughter and twirled her around like she was the light of her life. I never ceased to
