I was in a haze through all my morning classes. All I could think about was my children and how crucial it was to get them away. I only had three months left to plan and it didn’t feel like enough time. I needed to find the right parents, the right people who could handle the adoption privately and off the record if possible. I couldn’t just look them up in the yellow pages. I wanted someone who could assure me no one would be able to link them to me. They were to be untraceable even by me. If I were to live with this decision I had to make sure they would have a happy, normal, full, and safe life.
Josh dragged me outside and made me sit in the sun. He said I looked so pale he thought I was turning Caucasian. Josh talked and I half listened, smiling on occasion and laughing when he did. U
