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

on the window.

Noah parked across the street, but neither of us moved.

“What if she doesn’t want us anymore?” I whispered.

Noah looked at me gently. “Olivia, she wrote for twenty years.”

That was enough.

We crossed the street together.

A bell rang as we stepped inside.

The shop smelled like roses, soil, and rain. Buckets of flowers lined the walls. Behind continue reading …