We Thought Our Mother Abandoned Us—Until I Heard My Adoptive Mom Say, “Everything Went According to Plan”

Hart.

Port Haven, Maine.

Noah looked at me.

We both knew what we had to do.

The Drive to Port Haven
We left the next morning.

Port Haven was five hours away, a quiet coastal town with gray-blue water, white houses, and gulls circling above the docks.

The address led us to a small flower shop called Hart & Bloom.

My hands went cold when I saw the name painted continue reading …