As word of Keldy’s list got around, women from other units began to contact her. There were furtive handoffs of information in the hallways and in the cafeteria, as women from different units passed each other to sit down. Keldy would receive strips of paper with the information she needed. Other times, she would go to the library, where there was a desktop computer and a printer, and leave the list there for other women to add to when they could. “I finally realized that no one from the government was going to help us find our kids,” she said. “We have to do it on our own.”
