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“I can’t help but feel like this is my
fault.” My mom slips into a chair. She
looks so frail. I walk over to her and
kneel in front of her.
“Mom, you have carried this guilt
around with you for far too long. You
didn’t ask that woman to steal your
baby.”
“But what if we could have done
more? Maybe if we had searched for
longer, after the police failed.” She looks
