Chapter 19Paula Harris alighted from the Taxi outside the offices of the Manchester and District Children’s Adoption Society. Her hands shook with excitement as she paid the fare, and, as the cab sped off, she took another look at the drab façade and peeling paintwork of the building. Before going inside, she took out the letter she had received from the society, and she checked the date before reading the contents for the fiftieth time to make certain she was in the right place at the right time. As each measured step took her into the building, she could feel the tension mounting within her. Already, the questions were flooding her brain. Has my son said he will meet me? If so, where, and more importantly, when? Where on earth is he living? What does he do? Is he married? Has he any chil
