I smiled a little, noticing how much of her baby face she still had. So many memories came rushing back to me at once. She wasn’t even three years old when she had come to live with us.

When she’d first arrived in our house, she was very delicate, timid, and scared of William or anyone else that tried to approach her. But she would come directly to me, always opening her arms wide until I agreed to hug and pick her up. She would even follow me everywhere I went and if I ...