“Excellent.”
Then she said:
“You should go.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not taking four children into a Christmas dinner like exhibits in a courtroom.”
“Then don’t.”
“What does that mean?”
“Ask them.”
I went quiet.
She continued:
“They are not proof.”
“They are people.”
“And they are old enough to decide whether they want the possibility of knowing their biological family.”
I stared at the file box.
“What if Adrian rejects them?”
“Then they learn something painful.”
“And you take them home.”
“You’ve protected them from that for eight years.”
“I know.”
