I was grateful, but I still missed Grace. I still wondered where she was and if she was okay.
« Grace, I will find you, »
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As an adult, I never stopped searching.
I contacted adoption agencies and registries, paid investigators, and eventually posted in Facebook groups for people searching for relatives.
Grace’s name had probably changed after her adoption. Every lead ended there.
What hurt most was not knowing whether Grace was alive or whether she believed I’d broken my promise.
I never stopped searching.
Then, one exhausted evening after work, a message popped up on my phone.
A woman had answered one of my old posts.