At 18, my parents forced me to give up my newborn son

Daniel looked down at the cross.

“I didn’t know who my biological mother was. My adoptive parents never hid the fact that I was adopted, but they always told me the circumstances were complicated.”

I struggled to catch my breath.

“Did they know my name?”

He nodded slowly.

“Yes. My adoptive mother kept a letter from the adoption agency. It contained the name of my birth mother. I saw it when I was a teenager, but she refused to discuss it.”