“Maybe you did,” he replied softly. “But I never really did.”
Then he reached for my hand.
“Please. Just try one more time with me.”
I hesitated. “What about my job?”
“If you stayed home, it would help the adoption process,” he answered quickly. “We’d have a better chance.”
Joshua had never begged me for anything before.
That should have been my warning.
A week later, I resigned from my job.
When I came home after turning in my notice, Joshua wrapped his arms around me so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go.
After that, our lives revolved around paperwork, interviews, and endless meetings with adoption agencies. Every evening, we sat together on the couch filling out forms and preparing for home evaluations.
Joshua threw himself into the process with frightening intensity.
Then one night, he found them.
“Look,” he whispered, turning his laptop toward me. “Four-year-old twin boys. Matthew and William.”
