Our newly adopted daughter barely reacted to her bedroom, her books, or the rest of the house. The only thing she cared about was the basement. When I found her there the next morning, staring at a sealed-up section of wall, I realized this child knew something about our home that we didn’t.
My husband and I had spent almost three years trying to adopt a child.
By the time we met Ava, we had gone through an emotional rollercoaster.
Too much paperwork, too many false starts, and too many cases that seemed promising until they weren’t.
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