Brian didn’t need to check his calendar or consult a lawyer. He looked at Cierra, and in an instant, they both knew. They already had two biological children, but they felt a “Kyla-sized” hole in their hearts that they hadn’t known existed until that moment.
By Wednesday night—less than a week after they first met in that dark, messy apartment—a social worker arrived at the Zach residence. Kyla walked through the front door, carrying her few belongings in a small bag.
