“What does that mean?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she focused on the records that listed my mother, father, and Gabby but not me. I flipped to the next page and found a separate document used in Eoria and eventually across Onuna—a right of ownership for a child that wasn’t yours. It had my name neatly written across the top. I placed the pages down, my stomach twisting. “It means,” I swallowed and sat back, “that Tobias was right. I was adopted.”
