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LUKE

We go to my parents’ house that evening.

Not for dinner—dinner is over by the time we arrive, which is deliberate. We don’t want a meal in the middle of this. We want the table clear and the kitchen quiet and my parents in the living room the way they are in the evenings. My father in the chair by the lamp. My mother on the couch with whatever she’s reading. Kelly, I’ve been told, is still up. Fifteen years old and doing homework at the kitchen table, which means the world is still organized the way it should be, at least on the surface of things.

My mother reads our faces when we come in.

She sets her book face-down on the cushion beside her. My father looks up from the lamp. They’re both doing what they’ve done my whole life—reading the room, reading their kids, adjusting to what they find. It’s the thing about parents who actually pay attention: you can’t walk into a room around them without them knowing something has changed.

“Kelly,” my mother calls toward the kitchen. “Come in here, please.”

Kelly comes in with her pencil still in her hand. She sees Andi and me, and something shifts in her face—not alarm, but the heightened attention of a girl who has spent enough years reading rooms to know when one has changed. She sits on the end of the couch next to my mother without being asked.

Andi sits beside me on the love seat. I lean forward with my elbows on my knees and look at the four people in this room—my father, my mother, a fifteen-year-old girl who has been waiting two years for her name to change. I think about what Brandon said this afternoon. Tell them enough to make them safe without making them afraid.

I start with Kelly.

“The adoption delays,” I say. “I know why they’ve been happening.”

Kelly goes very still. The pencil stops moving.

“Someone has been interfering with the process,” I say. “Not because of anything to do with you, or with Sam and Linda, or with the family you’ve been building here. Someone was using the adoption process as leverage against people connected to Andi and me. It cost you something instead. That’s what I need you to understand first. It was never about whether you belong here.”

Kelly looks at me. Fifteen years old, absorbing this the way she absorbs everything—fully, without rushing it toward a reaction.

“Who?” she says.

“A woman named Evelyn Carrington. She has influence over certain administrative processes, including some of the channels that govern foster placements and adoption reviews. She used that influence to create delays with no visible cause. The kind you can’t fight because there’s nothing official to push back against.”

My mother has her hand over her mouth. My father is very still in his chair—the stillness of a man who is angry and knows this room doesn’t need his anger right now.

“Is she being stopped?” Kelly asks.

“Yes. The federal investigation is active. The network is collapsing. Bill is already working on the adoption file. The interference is documented now, which means it can be challenged. We expect the process to move.”

Kelly nods, going somewhere deeper with it, placing it in the right context, deciding what it means.

“So someone used me,” she says. “To get at you.”

Not a question. A statement. And I’m not going to insult her by softening it.

“Yes,” I say. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry it cost you two years, and I’m sorry it happened in your life at all.”

She looks at me. Then at Andi. Then back at me.

“I’ve been in the system since I was eight,” she says. “Seven years. I know what delays feel like when they’re just the system being the system. These felt different. I just didn’t know why.”

My mother makes a sound she doesn’t mean to make. Kelly looks at her, and something passes between them that I can’t fully read but understand.

“You were right,” I tell her. “Something wasn’t right. And it’s being fixed.”

Kelly nods. Then she looks at Andi. “Is this connected to what you testified about? The committee?”

“Yes,” Andi says. “The same network interfering with your adoption is the one I asked the committee to investigate. What happened to you is one part of a much bigger picture.”

Kelly is quiet. Then: “There are other kids. Whose adoptions are being delayed.”

“Yes,” Andi says.