I Adopted a Teenage Boy After 10 Families Had Given Up on Him-Two Weeks Later, One Sentence From Him Nearly Made Me Faint

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We spent nearly an hour discussing his book. After that, I kept coming back.

For 3 months, we met at libraries, diners, parks, and the agency. Eli was guarded but kind, with a dry sense of humor and an astonishing memory.

Once, I mentioned that Hannah had hated raisins. Weeks later, Eli pushed a cookie across a café table.

“I checked,” he said. continue reading …